Shakedowntown

I hear 'em bangin' at the front door
Someone whispers, «button up before we end up on the floor!»
And if you know what’s good for you
You better look over your shoulder, now
The beat are crawlin' every block at night
So if you fit the profile then you’d better stay inside
'cuz you’ll be feelin' like the door may come knockin' at your soul
Ah-la la
And I ain’t gonna pick a side
Because I ain’t a crooked kid
And I’m not knockin' in this Shakedowntown
They should’a known it was just a matter of time before
The kids began to brandish their own iron
But no surpries when you’re stuck between a cop and a hard place
And by the time that I heard hellfire in the street
I knew I had to split or I’d be dead at seventeen
And I don’t wanna die in the crossfire
No
And I ain’t gonna pick a side
Because I ain’t a crooked kid
And I’m not knockin' in this Shakedown-
oh, o-o-o-oh
oh, o-o-o-oh
oh, oh, oh
oh oh o-o-o-o-oh
oh oh o-o-o-o-oh
Oh, oh, a-oh, oh
Because I ain’t a crooked kid
And I’m not knockin' in this Shakedowntown