Framed

feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap [Inspectah Deck] I represent myself and my own defense Innocent by reason of no evidence Plus they're tryin' pick the punishment the judge insists My fingerprints were traced back to six gun clips Cop witness, who try and testify on my click He on the payroll that's why I got my prior dismissed This is framework, somehow they got ahold of my flick The night in question, I was restin' home with my chick Then the spot was blown, cops rushed in, shots were blown I jetted out the lab with socks and boxers on Undercover chased me down for three weeks He ceased to interrogate like I might speak But no, I won't tell ya who I work for And no, I won't tell ya who the work's for You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall Your honor.. [Chorus: unknown reggae artist] True me ??? Dem a see me push weight and dem claim dem see me, dem try frame me But me nah snitch, they try and test me me bust my clip Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine True dem Rebel I and I, we bust down de sign Try frame me but nah me nah snitch They try test me me bust my clip [Kool G. Rap] They got me framed, locked and chained 'cause some lame on the block was slain Cops came but I ain't pop a flame Hear me ya honor? I ain't dropped a thing I was cuffed, they told me that somebody dropped my name And the time they tryin' to match me with is not the same I was knocked from 8:00 to the time the shot went rang When I woke up, I smoked up and watched the game Then I laid up with my bitch and got rocked with brain Release me from this Elymer Fudd shit, the glove don't fit Too tall for the cop description and slugs don't fit He was hit with a nine right? I bust slugs with a fifth You got any of my D.N.A. or blood up in this bitch? I'm not the guy aligned to fall, this not my crime at all You lock me up, I'm climbin' the wall You want me scapegoat, so stay close, alliance will call With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall Fuck that, you and the D.A. spit-shine our balls You can catch up with me some other time, from mines to yours [Chorus] [Killa Sin] Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor? Nah yo I ain't do shit, the only thing I'm coppin' is a new whip The night it happened I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit I knew the kid, yeah we had problems, yeah I robbed him Now it's '98 though and the handgun was a revolver You tryin' to play me on an old case but I hold no weight Turned myself in, I skated on them keystone jakes Right description, right Killa, wrong case, I didn't hit him Here's the verdict, not guilty, not tryin' to see a prison Got my life on the line, you want to grind me through ya system And have my family and my wiz cryin', I miss 'em You buggin', you the same judge that framed K with the drugs Somebody came up dead and now you want to blame us? This shit is too much, aiyo before you screw us I'll grab the bailiff's gun and light this whole room up {*gunshot*}