Lyrics Ryker's iland Kool G Rap

Ryker's iland

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