[Verse 1]

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time

Had to dodge them bullets, just to stay alive

Homie vatos tried to smoke me, rabbit exit quick

Ese like OJ on the tennis shit

I rolled up a blunt of that chronic green

Got my thoughts together, oh, what this could mean?

No more schemes, ain't no way to redeem

They're trying to stick me with a case and give me three

I lost sleep boy from the very first night

With their railroad media, trying to give me life

I took a flight, they fucked the game plan up

Could never tell what could happen, city heat was up

I know you squall and gave me the news

There's a warrant for your ass, someone caught the blues

Did you do it? Only the devil knows

Lay low young rabbs till we pass the storm

[Hook]

I said first class ticket to hell

Where them riders get busy in the county jail

And when they up in the pen

They execute them orders and buck all them lames

First class ticket to hell

Gotta get that money off of street drug sales

And when they up in the lab

They come out with a batch, that'll D that ass

[Verse 2]

I hit out of state

A fucking escape

A place where I can think

About all this shit

I need chips though to really fight my case

And to get money long, this was the place

I was hungry dog, so, I started to smuggle

But everywhere I go, I was followed by trouble

They came for murders, L.A. do it for free

Street gang muthafuckas on a robbing spree

I see my face on the fucking news

Ese fuck a fed chale! Trying to see me in blues

Gs lose ese I said the H don't freeze

Ese muthafuckas know, if they play, I squeeze

But now I'm on the run, keep my hand on the gun

Interpol wanna come, C-O-N drop bombs

I'm on a satellite phone and I call L.A. 

The angel of death is coming home today

[Hook]

I said first class ticket to hell

Where them riders get busy in the county jail

And when they up in the pen

They execute them orders and buck all them lames

First class ticket to hell

Gotta get that money off of street drug sales

And when they up in the lab

They come out with a batch, that'll D that ass

[Verse 3]

I roll up to the L.A. county

In the streets it was on but in here they around me

Ese vatos that feel me enemigas they hate me

I'm with that south side car, so, you busters can't fade me

The riots was jumpin', going at it with blacks

The system was rioting, deputies got attacked

Politics got em scared, lock us down 'cause we bad

And when they let us off, we go off again

Fighting my case attorney beat up the witness

They lied on the stand and the jury could see it

They tried to dump it on me 'cause I'm a ghetto celeb

And I write fucking songs 'bout your homies death

If the crime ain't mine, then the crime ain't mine

I beat the case, it was about that time

Now I'm back in the hood with these gangster tracks

These harpy's raps, you know the boss is back

[Hook]

I said first class ticket to hell

Where them riders get busy in the county jail

And when they up in the pen

They execute them orders and buck all them lames

First class ticket to hell

Gotta get that money off of street drug sales

And when they up in the lab

They come out with a batch, that'll D that ass