Artist: Deadly Venoms Album: Pretty Thugs Song: Wrong Place Typed by: Cno Evil [N-Tyce] Yo, this episode happen out in New York, nice scenery Candlelight dinner, cutie spending mad cream on me It wasn't a dream though, I met him out in Reno Shooting craps in a hotel lobby casino When he hit me with the digits, it was 718 I'm Carolina bound, baby, but I made it a date It was the 10th of June, sex was too soon, but we was stopping Like candid, a whole afternoon, I can't lie He had me caught in a zone... but why, but why Cuz he was bad, bad, b-b-b-bad to the bone He said meet me at home, I said I'm rolling with you He said nah baby chill, I got some things to do I was like, cool, but caught an attitude with me He never even told me his real name, the secrets were making me sick But I dealt with it, each card I walked into was sick But he insist, caught in the mix Gun fire blasting like blaow, blaow I had wished it would happen anytime but now Right before my eyes, it was bad news Went over to the car, he was bloody from his head to his shoes Remains a mystery, he knew when the hit made But now I know, why dudes in New York keep a nickname [Chorus: Champ Diva] I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, gave the wrong sign Now I'm off and on the crooked line With the quickness, a weakness Somebody better handle their business [J-Boo] Yo, cats stay fit, running through the Bricks, ducking hits My dog, big jaws on the hill, wreck you waiting this We thug grimeys, we don't give a what Queensbridge be the place where out of town brothers get stuck But on the real, you know the deal Cuz cat came through fronting, got his nappy headed cap peeled Phony cats think it's hot and sweet But then ya'll bitch out, when ya'll sitting in the heat seat So now you know it's on the real But blood is dripping out your dome piece, dropping from the hot steel Another thug left dead, another unsolved case for the homicide feds Another thug left dead, another unsolved case for the homicide feds [Chorus] [Champ Diva] I'm having deja vu, the fucking bouncer from the block party Wanna creep on you, ain't no telling, pat me when I'm still yelling All on your ear, protect your rear Shit is getting real up in here, you playing me near I think you better back down, slow your role Stay on your tippy toes, prepare them hoes Let 'em know whose running this shit, sink in the pit Send in the fools on some gangsta shit Suprise, muthafuckas better open they eyes Realize who thug shit, blow when they die Is what they saying to homey, done past away My dun-dun, bringing heat to the streets, talking the thug [Chorus] [Finesse] Snake and creep like me slidded out the jam, right into the jelly Avenging starving Marvin, my underarms are smelly I just got out the pen, let me in, let me in I need to sip some gin, just cuz shit is looking grim Like Klik Ga Bow, I ain't know the niggas were foul They got me caught up in the mix, with they crooked ass style I can't believe, that I can go down I'm large like Marge, and I ain't with the gun charge So all you coppers and the pilots in the helicopters Out to proper, to be a squad car hopper Now I done told you once, I ain't ever know his name What you need to do, is trust change all on my fame Yeah I'm the one that they talking about Yo, Storm and Russ, niggas get me out I love my Wu-Tang culture, and I'm bailing on you vultures And going all out on my business like I'm supposed to [Chorus 2X]