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
'Cause you'll be feeling rather dull when they come knockin' at your skull, ah-la-la
And I ain't gonna pick a side
Because I ain't a crooked kid
And I'm not narcin' 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 narcin' in this Shakedown-
Oh, o-o-o-oh
Oh, o-o-o-oh
Oh, ooh, oooh
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 narcin' in this Shakedowntown
