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Wanna go home and see my wife and kidsI wanna go home and see my wife and kidsI wanna go homeI wanna go homeI wanna go homeWanna go home and see my wife and kidsI wanna go home and see my wife and kidsI wanna go homeThey want me locked down, fryin' in jailBefore you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cellI was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felonStill a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negativePrejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cashScorin' money like the meter on the Yellow CabGive the witness an unexpected visitMake his story change like walls blockin' his visionCouldn't give a clear description, fearin' the repercussionsLike, "I was on the ground, I ain't see him bustin'"Now the DA chasin' a plea, they hatin' I'm freeThe case is mistaken identityWhoever push me like Pusha T, I push backI push a cap, before '93, I pushed crackI'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good Scrap?I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?Letras de cancionesHold up that's goods rap, pardon [?]I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his goods backI rap [?] that pack strap to rhymers that backpackTo 25 to lifers that jack MACWe movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magicThe way we flip the package before the coppers can catch itI'm past that chapter in life, let's live it lavishWhen life take a piss in your bed, you flip the mattressBefore you try and get my head, get you some PampersThen take a long look at my ish and get your answersKick in my vicinity, I'm what rappers pretend to beCharge 'em with a penalty, mistaken identityMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyFresh off of work, he jumped out the vanTwo suitcases, dangle on his handsHe opened up the door, headed up the stairsThought he heard a noise, but no one else was thereFirst sight he saw, struck him by surpriseTwo shots was given, between his girl's eyesWindows blown out, no prints on the doorAll he seen was blood stains, smear the damn floor911, ambulance showed upBlood everywhere, paramedics throwin' upCops cuffed him up, hit him with the chargeBut he was bangin' Mrs. Prixy at the Motor LodgeHe got his alibis, gonna use 'em allThe screw fit the judge, he might take the fallSomeone set him up, a botched robberyMistaken identity, yeah it gotta be17 years old, I'm headed back to the holeMistaken identity, every way was soldI look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of goldThey lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the roadI ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on meCourt day with my old bird, they was spyin' on meTried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocketThe beast pat me up, they won't let me offNa-n-n-n-n-n-n-nah it wasn't meIt could never been the G-O-D, not meYou terribly mistaken, son, I ain't the oneWe could never look nothin' like, whether near or far sightWhat resemblance does he strike? So my mic FahrenheitW for my a-alike, your DNA match tightEven if they bite us, close but not quiteThey still tryna get it right, mistaken identityMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacyMistaken identity, you highly mistaken meCheck my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy From Letras Mania