Yo.. I don't know was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the - and start robbin old folks Now see you messed with the wrong old lady You done went yo, check it..
was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the line screamin Told em, "Keep(?) down," but they was breathin It was my tellin me that she had been robbed I told her (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over but this situation made the night colder Knew this was the night (that what?) that she played with some friends in a club at the gettin bub' Said she these thugs on the boat for a while (uhh) Not gamblin but now and then they'd smile BLAOW! They had(?) Mag's and everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made people strip naked, 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 remember She was spooked and buzzin, describe em it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me with they hangin off they ass Got her some water - and begin to How these niggaz take her wig, her and her mink? Somebody round the crib the deal (uhh) did it better have Blue Shield for real cause yo, the big payback..
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Later that day I went to the 'shop, to see was up Them niggaz probably knew somethin I needed a cut Walked in was playin Jigga (jihh-gga..) Discussin how Da Brat titties done got These niggaz next to me, was talkin bout the Whoever did it even got for his ice Said that it was done so precise the ain't know nut-nin Had to use all my might not to ask no Put the magazine, went to the pop machine Noticin these cats, had the Bling They wouldn't be talkin if they did it; it could be they A week ago neither one of niggaz had a ring This Hype(?) in, sellin CD's; said the BD's was braggin robbery they had done By now, I'm bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet I'ma play racist (and what?) and make run the big payback..
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My imagination roamed as I got in the Thinkin - when shit down, I was I was there Fuckin with - who you are, I don't care Have your guys pourin liquor witch'ya name in swear These chicks claim was there, knew the niggaz who done it Said it was Smoke and them from the 100's Eight million stories got me in place, it's gettin tricky (like who?) like dude, that do There was a air in the place, that me suspicious Normally, they'd be talkin like My barber cut me a quickness (what?) Asked him where he got the new he said it was his sister's - I knew What made it official, he me my change The clip had gramp's initials (c'mon) As I, whooped his ass up, six niggaz up up in a Cadillac truck {*gunfire*}
[police .. fire ?? and a possible homicide The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop" There are six unidentified bodies in the They are all dead I they are all presumed dead However there are no I the subjects are at large we might need backup.. Inform O'Malley we need backup, over.. The skit definitely needs more ?? to it plus a new writer for the script, you.. Someone get Prince Paul on the please..