Running Thangs

I was walkin down a dark way, trouble had to find me<br>The street corner shark was comin up behind me<br>I grabbed my pistol, punk started to whistle<br>Like you got a missile, boy, you know this`ll<br>Be fun, I put my hand up on my gun<br>He tried to cut me on run, huh - but yo, I`m not the one<br>Flexin up the trigger finger, a dead ringer<br>I`m not a singer, and life just don`t linger<br>But I looked the boy in his eyes, and he almost cried<br>But before he died<br><br>Murder<br>In the first degree<br>That`s what you get when you`re messin with the Busy Bee<br>Yeah, murder<br>You better write your will<br>I`m Busy Bee, I pay the bills, dressed to kill<br>Murder<br><br>Murder style<br>Murder style<br><br>A black guy on Howard Beach<br>A boy lay bleedin from his head to his feet<br>The police writin up his report<br>Drinkin coffee from a cup and doin what he was taught<br>At the academy, mistaken identity<br>The boy was a friend of me, guess he wasn`t meant to be<br>Remedies, diagnosis or cure or a conclusion<br>There`s no confusion, it`s just winnin and losin<br>Hey, there`s no pity or remorse<br>There`s no pause, cause what`s lost is lost<br>Huh, so throw his body in the bag<br>And they`ll say that he was high on crack<br>But it`s<br><br>Murder<br>In the first degree<br>That`s what you get when you`re messin with society<br>Yeah, murder<br>You better write your will<br>I`m Busy Bee, I pay my bills, dressed to kill<br>I`m talkin bout<br>Murder<br><br>Girl named Patty drived a black Caddy<br>The girl was so fine, I wanted to kiss her daddy<br>Bring her mama out to dinner<br>Bring Patty to the race track, then bring home a winner<br>Buy her earrings and medaillons<br>I got juice by the gallon<br>But she got legs like a stallion<br>Plus to be a cutie`s her duty<br>She got brains plus beauty<br>Don`t even think about the booty<br>Bumpers, and she got no breaks<br>So when she walks her shimmy`ll shake<br>Like ??? from the earthquake, on the eaves she would drop<br>She`d go on the horn and say "I can`t stop"<br>The way she move, the way she pose<br>She knows how to put on - and even take off clothes<br>I never leave her, I never desert her<br>She so bad - the bitch was murder<br><br>Yeah<br>Dance, sucker<br>This is murder<br><br>A pretty good-lookin, fine young lady<br>Drivin a Mercedes, soon to have a baby<br>Three months gone, she`s treated like a pawn<br>And all the joyridin good times - all that was gone<br>Her world changed, she was feelin strange<br>Things was runnin through her brain, cravin, hunger pains<br>And her friend, he stopped goin steady<br>Then reality hit her - she realized she ain`t ready<br>So now she must proceed with caution<br>And sneak to the clinic and gettin an abortion<br>They`re both foetal, the less is too evil<br>It` still raw, but still legal<br><br>It`s murder<br>In the first degree<br>That`s what you get when you`re messin with society<br>Yeah, it`s murder<br>You better write your will<br>I`m Busy Bee, I pay the bills, I`m dressed to kill<br><br>In Bed-Stuy<br>It`s do or die<br>It`s no why<br>Why`s a crooked letter<br>Yes, let`s go get her<br>You better met my beretta<br>(Why?) The song set her<br>Don`t do the crime