Riker's Island Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap

Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice 

You do the crime, you're payin the price 

Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block 

Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock 

If you ever hear a cop say you're under arrest 

Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest 

Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin 

But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND 

Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle 

This is a jungle where the murderers mingle 

This ain't a place that's crowded but there's room for you 

Whether you're white or you're black, you'll be black and blue 

Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock 

with a real nice device that's called a sock lock 

Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend 

Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure's Inn 

They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates 

Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates 

Posses will devour, punks with power 

After the shower it's, rush hour 

So watch your back before you get sacked 

These a bunch of maniacs that's about to attack 

If you're a hustlin pro, keep a low profile'n 

Cause you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND 

C-74, adolescents at war 

Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar 

They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage 

All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage 

If you're soft as a leaf, don't get into a beef 

And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth 

Some try to be hard, front and say I'm God 

Don't know a lesson say a blessin, you're gonna get scared 

(Yo call the C.O.) That won't be necessary 

He'll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary 

Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom 

Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon 

Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump 

Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped 

If you don't got a game, you get beaten as lame 

And scared as a mouse in a house of pain 

So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop 

Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock 

You might be coolin, you might be stylin 

But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND 

If you're on a drug tip, don't be a Dumbo 

Police investigate like Columbo if they think you're sellin jumbo 

But don't get me wrong, it might be your thing 

Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing 

The way you're takin pictures and you're givin a smile 

Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while 

So keep your money pilin, keep profilin 

Cause ahh, you won't be smilin on Riker's Island