Yo, I don't know what was on niggas birds To go up to the boat, and start old folks Now see you done with the wrong old lady You done wild, yo, check it
was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him Four in the morning, my phone I'm thinking, "Who the fuck is this," on the line screaming em, "Keep down," but they was breathing hard It was my grandmother telling me that she had robbed I told her (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over Freezing but situation made the night colder Knew this was the night (that what?) she played poker With some friends in a club at the getting bub' Said she seen thugs on the boat for a while Not gambling but every now and they'd smile Then blow! They had And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?) Had the place took in a and some seconds Asked her how many of it was em? (How of it was em?) Said she couldn't She was spooked and buzzing, couldn't em Cause it happened too (what?) said they looked like me With they hanging off they ass Got her some water, and begin to How these niggas her wig, her bracelet and her mink? Somebody round the crib know the Whoever did it have Blue Shield for real Cause yo, it's the big
Later that day I to the 'shop, to see what was up Them niggas probably something plus I needed a cut Walked in they was playing how Da Brat titties done got bigger These next to me, was talking bout the heist Whoever did it got Jordan for his ice Said that it was done so precise the cops ain't nothing Had to use all my not to ask no questions Put down the magazine, went to the pop Noticing cats, had the Bling Bling wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they team A week ago neither one of these had a ring This Hype came in, CD's, said the BD's Was bragging bout robbery they had By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see bracelet I'ma play racist (and what?) and make run It's the big
My imagination roamed as I got in the Thinking when shit down, I was I was there Fucking fam' who you are, I don't care Have your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in they These chicks they was there, knew the niggas who done it Said it was and them from the Wild 100's Eight million stories got me running in place, it's tricky (like who?) dude, that do drum'n'bass There was a air in the place, that me suspicious Normally, be talkin like bitches My barber cut me with a (what?) him where he got the new bracelet He said it was his sister's, I then What made it official, he gave me my The money clip had gramp's (c'mon) As I, his ass up, six niggas masked up up in a Cadillac truck
Three-alarm fire and a possible The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop" are six unidentified bodies in the building They are all dead I repeat they are all presumed However are no suspects I the subjects are at large We might need backup Inform O'Malley that we backup, over The skit needs more sound added to it Plus a new for the script, thank you Someone get Prince on the phone please