Rikers Island Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Rikers Island Lyrics

    Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
    You do the crime, you're payin the price
    Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
    Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
    If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest
    Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
    Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
    But you won't be smilin on riker's island

    Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
    This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
    This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you
    Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue
    Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
    With a real nice device that's called a sock lock
    Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
    Cause this bus trip is not to adventure's inn
    They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
    Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
    Posses will devour, punks with power
    After the shower it's, rush hour
    So watch your back before you get sacked
    These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack
    If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n
    Cause you won't be smilin on riker's island

    C-74, adolescents at war
    Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
    They take you out of bc, they now found you a cage
    All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage
    If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef
    And god be with you chief if you got gold teeth
    Some try to be hard, front and say i'm god
    Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared
    (yo call the c.o.) that won't be necessary
    He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
    Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
    Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
    Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump
    Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
    If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame
    And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
    So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
    Move your pelvis like elvis do the jailhouse rock
    You might be coolin, you might be stylin
    But you won't be smilin on riker's island

    If you're on a drug tip, don't be a dumbo
    Police investigate like columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo
    But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing
    Whether smilin on the island, or singin in sing-sing
    The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile
    Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
    So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
    Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on riker's island

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