Yo, I don't what was on y'all niggas birds To go up to the boat, and start old folks Now see you done messed with the old lady You went wild, yo, check it
There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to again Dude that in my crib, it wasn't involving him Four in the morning, my ringing I'm thinking, "Who the is this," on the other line screaming Told em, "Keep down," but was breathing hard It was my grandmother telling me that she had robbed I her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over Freezing but this situation made the colder Knew this was the night (that what?) that she poker With some friends in a club at the boat getting Said she seen these thugs on the for a while Not gambling but every now and then smile Then blow! had Mag's And told everybody, "Put your in the bag" Made people strip naked, quicker than a record (what?) Had the place took in a minute and some her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she couldn't She was and buzzing, couldn't describe em it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me With they pants off they ass Got her some water, and begin to How these niggas her wig, her bracelet and her mink? round the crib know the deal Whoever did it have Blue Shield for real yo, it's the big payback
Later day I went to the 'shop, to see what was up niggas probably knew something plus I needed a cut Walked in they was Jigga how Da Brat titties done got bigger These niggas next to me, was talking bout the Whoever did it even got 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 They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they A ago neither one of these niggas had a ring This Hype came in, selling CD's, the BD's Was bragging bout robbery they had By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps I'ma play racist (and what?) and make run It's the big
My roamed as I got in the chair Thinking shit went down, I was I was there with fam' who you are, I don't care Have your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in swear chicks claim they was there, knew the niggas who done it Said it was and them from the Wild 100's Eight stories got me running in place, it's getting tricky (like who?) like dude, that do There was a air in the place, that me suspicious Normally, be talkin like bitches My cut me with a quickness (what?) Asked him where he got the new 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 Pulled up in a Cadillac
Three-alarm fire and a homicide The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop" There are six unidentified in the building They are all presumed I repeat they are all dead there are no suspects I repeat the are at large We need some backup O'Malley that we need backup, over The definitely needs more sound added to it Plus a new writer for the script, you Someone get Prince Paul on the please