No Prints On The Gun

I went for a ride on a Saturday night
Me and the posse, by the riverside
We rode in the benzo, we're all friends though
About nine 'o clock, and we're rollin' Navajo
Looking for, some dough to clock
Searchin' the block, for some fools to drop
Mark takes right, George takes left
I'm chillin' in the back, 'cause I'm the master of the theft
We pull up to a general store
Mark moves the car, when I bust through the door
He is the driver, George is my main man
Pete stays in touch with the master plan
We lower our masks, put on the gloves
We'll never be found, there's no prints on the gun

No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, 'cause there's nowhere to run
We're gonna test your loyalty
This is real life, son
And we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, you just might die by the gun

As we bust though the door, glass falls down,
Mark pulls away, with a loud screeching sound
The manager looks, who does he see
The K-I-N-G, B.A.V
"I want all your money", I said to the man
George knocked him out, that was the plan
The cashier asked, "what do you want"
I said, "a million dollars, but I'll take what you got"
She smiled at me, then she started to bug
She hit the alarm, hidden under the rug
The noise was loud, as the bells began ringin'
I thought about the heat, that the cops would be bringin'
I yelled to Pete, "go grab the cash"
And get the fuck out, in a mad dash
Mark pulled up, and we started to run
We'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, 'cause there's nowhere to run
We're gonna test your loyalty
This is real life, son
And we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, you just might die by the gun

We drove to the crib, and turned on the news
"GENERAL STORE ROBBED, KILLERS ON THE LOOSE"
We turned up the volume, it seems the man died
Now, George he was wanted, for a homicide
I said, "don't worry, we'll watch your back"
Mark slammed the door, George had an attack
I said, "yo, chillout, this ain't no thing
Shit like this happens, when you roll with the KING"
We had a nice dinner, then we counted the GREEN
"only 200 dollars, what the fuck do you mean"
I guess it finally happened, we had been, set, up
The odds were against us, we ran out of luck
It was a trap, and we took the bait
FBI'S at the door, and now it's too late
They kicked down the door, as they entered the crib
Mark grabbed an uzi, and stood it at his hip
I am the leader, KING B.A.V.
The posse cocked their weapons, at the count of three
But the gods want justice, and there's nowhere to run
How could they have found us, there were no prints on the gun

One week later, in front of the judge
He said, "bail denied", couldn't get him to budge
The trial begins, early next month
The B.A.V. Posse, standing handcuffed
What could we do, there was no way out
Couldn't try to escape, it would fail, no doubt
Pete and George, were in one cell
Mark in another, and me by myself
I didn't like the feeling, it was so lonely
They kept reminding me, five days only
Then the trial began, we were feeling the strife
Mark faced ten, the rest of us life
The jury in effect, they cold heard our story
The D.A. smiled, with the power and the glory
The foreman read the verdict, the result of the theft
Mark got five, the rest of us death
So much for the good life, we had our fun
Now, we're goin' to hell, because we shot the gun
No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, 'cause there's nowhere to run
We're gonna test your loyalty
This is real life, son
And we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
No we'll never get caught, there's no prints on the gun
You better watch out, you just might die by the gun

Yo, man, don't let this happen to you
It's not too late to quit your killin'
Death isn't the answer, don't let this become a true story
Peace!