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