Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. here comes g. rap with another one yall.
We going to swing it like this...
Im right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like raggedy ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because Im dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Whos that with you, chick? bill blass my sidekick
Whats up, black? give his hand a smack
Up pulls a cadillac, yo baby well be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns dont be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next youre ripping off his car fenders
Hes coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he dont get caught
He owes some benjamin franklins, every last bit of em
But jimmys pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But jimmys wife is with him and they dont want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
Hes screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody whos gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
Chorus:
You lose, cause I got the ill street blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
Youre not promised tomorrow in this little shop of horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrips pockets looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the tech right on your neck...
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