Just Another Case Songtext
von CRU

Uh
Can you feel it?
Uh

Uh, once upon a time, let′s see if I remember, back in January
Nah, chill, it was December
True, 'cause that′s when L started his bid
Partied through the New Year, January third he slid
Up until then, yo, L had it swell
Called him Sweet Pea like his name was Pernell
He did the job, money came with ease
Going outta town, moving Glocks and keys
Him and his bitch, in forty-G rides
Holding down fort like they Bonnie and Clyde


Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits every day, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in the air (air), toast to my team (team)
Toast to my cream and the niggas that beam
While niggas fiend, I'm abouts the beamer
Think about your bitch, ′cause you fucking, I′m a dreamer called up Cru
Yo, they probably in the studio
Phil Collins in the background (stu-stu-studio)

Now this ain't funny, so don′t you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Now this ain't funny, so don′t you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Now this ain't funny, so don′t you dare laugh
Just ain't funny, don't you dare laugh

(Where′s my bitch?) Sent her on a mission
Hope she ain′t slip, on that pickup
Yo, who diss on my flip
Fuck the cash, nigga, pistle with yo' ass
Me and Mitch rollin′ over there quick fast
Rolled up on the spot (it's that kid Uzi Ed)
He took me for my paper so just call him Uzi Dead!

Used to run epps wit′ him back in the day
Mitch popped the trunk, passed the German AK
You dirty rat! I'm ′bout to bless that girl
Better take cover from the rat-tat-tat-tat (mama, mama)
Uzi Ed, ain't have a vest, three to the chest, Ed got blessed


L got life, Ed got death
The bitch took the money and she slid to the left
Back in the day I told L she was shady
Now she in Cali' about to have Ed′s baby

Now this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Now this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Now this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Now this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just ain't funny, don′t you dare laugh
Now this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong-

(Hey yo, niggi) what′s the word, kid?
Tell you 'bout a brother named Sid
Got work release after doing a three-to-life bid
′Cause of drug logic, shouldn't touch it, now out to budget
With a movie star chick from outta Edenwald Projects

Nice job, took prison camp drives
While he promised up and down to live a civilized lifestyle
The sweat off the brow was soon on garment
Both worked, got themselves a two-bedroom apartment
Great statement, without delayment, away and went
Saved to get a house on one of them low down payments
But an idea concocted his stock shit

Why don′t we try and turn this money over on the drug tip?
So he gave his man a shriek and excitement
Didn't know his peeps were under secret indictment
Sick of the path that'll get you hung by the neck
Sent him back up north to do a super long stretch again
Black folk, you know the half, don′t laugh, it′s

Just another case about the wrong path
Well, this ain't funny, so don′t you dare laugh
It's just another case about the wrong path
Well, this ain′t funny, so don't you dare laugh
It′s just another case about the wrong path
Well, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
It′s just another case about the wrong riggy-riggy

Everybody craves the food, sometimes
Maybe actual, maybe cruel, need some baby
No exceptions to the rules, sometimes
Everybody craves the food