Artist: Jericho Jackson
Album:  Elzhi and Khrysis are Jericho Jackson
Song:   Cuffin' Season
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

{*"Watch out!!" <- KRS-One*}

[Elzhi]
Stay alert, look alive, that's the ritual
Don't get ate up by the same blocks that get you full
Either them boys had to meet quota
Or got your name on a sheet inside of a neat folder
This time of year, niggaz do wyle out
They go crazy tryin to shine, buyin 9 millimeters, eyein mine
Some see that minimum wage allows very few to eat
For they kids, they engage then get married to the street
Find theyself addicted to the love that many kill for
That brings the dollar bill or, bags from the Tommy Hill store
Watch out~! They already racial profilin
So when the streets talk, hope is at a low volume
Young boy lost freedom just to get respect from it
Couldn't tell a gut feeling from a upset stomach
Was it justified for a good for nothing reason?
When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season

[Chorus]
Watch out for Johnny Law, watch out for 5-0
Watch out for Babylon, watch out for Po-Po
Watch out for One-Time, watch out for Narco
Watch out for Flat Foot, watch out for Slow Roll
Was it justified for a good for nothing reason?
When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season
{*"Watch out!!" <- KRS-One*}
When them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season

[Elzhi]
Don't fall in love with the prezies/Presleys like young Leslie
In the city of crooks, she's a lesbian
Only hit the club for a fool she later set up
Play cool so when she spray tools, he lay there wet up
Removed his chain, found his wallet, and then she stole both
Shorty ain't just out for the bread, she want the whole loaf
Cause money talks with a silver tongue
Make you think your want is your need
Like cars with the speed, weed to fill your lungs
or what appeal to young mindstates who turn savage
Who have rich personalities but earn average
Watch out~! That's if you got your watch out
At the right time, in the wrong place where you do not belong
Taste your own blood from thugs, that bust slugs with heaters and mugs
Or by crooked police that plant drugs
Actin like they found a cigar you were stuffing trees in
Cause when them streets turn cold on you, it's cuffin' season

[Chorus]