Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
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You do the crime, you're payin the price
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Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
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Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
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If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
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Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
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Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
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But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
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Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
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This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
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This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
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Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
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Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
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with a real nice device that's called a sock lock
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Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
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Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn
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They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
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Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
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Posses will devour, punks with power
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After the shower it's, rush hour
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So watch your back before you get sacked
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These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
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If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
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Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
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C-74, adolescents at war
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Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
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They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage
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All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
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If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
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And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth
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Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God
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Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
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(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary
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He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
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Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
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Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
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Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
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Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
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If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
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And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
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So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
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Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock
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You might be coolin, you might be stylin
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But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND
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If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo
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Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
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But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
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Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing
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The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
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Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
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So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
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Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island
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Riker's Island.
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |