He used to get straight A's,
nowadays get way payed is the catch phrase.
Set the stage, preferably night time,
daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes.
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
in his gold teeth. To eat, gosh darnit, we hold heat.
Goin' all out to the fullest, oh dear
chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip.
Black electrical tape over the hole in the handle
if you hold it right or hit 'em with it they can't tell.
But still, you gotta be careful
dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull.
V personal fave is "please don't kill me!"
Empty out your pockets and I probably wont, will he?
But if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya.
So lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya?
When the nickle gleam like its greased up,
thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up.
This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
so keep something to cut in case you has to.
If he was on the island, he probably robbed a millionaire
and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here.
These clever war tips
you wont get from cats who never wore skips.
Now lets get down to brass tacks,
follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ.
Don't be caught snoozin
in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing.
"Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is
do the right thing you might live to see your kids."
All he said was "c'mon don't shoot!"
So shook I think he shit his sean jean suit.
"Why you starin'? run your chain like an errand
and your girl earrings, and what y'all wearin'"
Survival tactics for when things get too gritty,
he feels it's his duty to the people of the city.
Just so long as nobody get hurt
it keep your average civilian on point and alert.
And don't forget to check her d-cup
now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up.
Then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo'
never let a handy fiend fix your broken window.
Oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker
who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker.
"Ok miss, come up off that bracelet,
just got your hair did don't make me waste it."
So? Go to hades get the devil for his stash,
but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash.
Like the one from the liquor store
he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score.
Before he told her "Whore get on the floor!"
she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw.
Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo
he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo.
It's all in good fun, true
moral of the story son duke
senior citizens'll bust their guns too.
He used to get straight A's, nowadays get way payed is the catch phrase. Set the stage, preferably night time, daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes. Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish in his gold teeth. To eat, gosh darnit, we hold heat. Goin' all out to the fullest, oh dear chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip. Black electrical tape over the hole in the handle if you hold it right or hit 'em with it they can't tell. But still, you gotta be careful dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull. V personal fave is "please don't kill me!" Empty out your pockets and I probably wont, will he? But if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya. So lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? When the nickle gleam like its greased up, thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up. This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you so keep something to cut in case you has to. If he was on the island, he probably robbed a millionaire and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here. These clever war tips you wont get from cats who never wore skips. Now lets get down to brass tacks, follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ. Don't be caught snoozin in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing. "Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is do the right thing you might live to see your kids." All he said was "c'mon don't shoot!" So shook I think he shit his sean jean suit. "Why you starin'? run your chain like an errand and your girl earrings, and what y'all wearin'" Survival tactics for when things get too gritty, he feels it's his duty to the people of the city. Just so long as nobody get hurt it keep your average civilian on point and alert. And don't forget to check her d-cup now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up. Then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo' never let a handy fiend fix your broken window. Oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker. "Ok miss, come up off that bracelet, just got your hair did don't make me waste it." So? Go to hades get the devil for his stash, but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash. Like the one from the liquor store he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score. Before he told her "Whore get on the floor!" she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw. Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo. It's all in good fun, true moral of the story son duke senior citizens'll bust their guns too.