Yo.. I don't what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the - and start robbin old folks Now see you done with the wrong old lady You went wild; yo, check it..
There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to again Dude broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other line Told em, "Keep(?) down," but was breathin hard It was my grandmother tellin me she had been robbed I told her (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over Freezin but this made the night colder Knew this was the night (that what?) she played poker with some friends in a club at the gettin bub' Said she seen these thugs on the for a while (uhh) Not but every now and then they'd smile Then BLAOW! They had(?) and everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?) Had the took in a minute and some seconds her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she remember She was and buzzin, couldn't describe em cause it happened too fast (what?) said they looked me with they pants hangin off ass Got her some water - and to think How these niggaz her wig, her bracelet and her mink? Somebody round the crib know the (uhh) Whoever did it 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 probably knew somethin plus I needed a cut Walked in they was playin (jihh-gga..) Discussin how Da Brat done got bigger These niggaz next to me, was talkin bout the did it even got Jordan for his ice Said that it was done so the cops ain't know nut-nin Had to use all my might not to ask no Put down the magazine, to the pop machine these cats, had the Bling Bling They wouldn't be talkin if they did it; it could be they A week ago neither one of these niggaz had a This Hype(?) came in, CD's; said the BD's was braggin bout robbery had done By now, I'm thinkin bout my gun if I see bracelet I'ma racist (and what?) and make niggaz run the big payback..
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My roamed as I got in the chair - when shit went down, I was I was there Fuckin with fam' - who you are, I care Have your guys pourin liquor witch'ya in they swear These chicks claim they was there, the niggaz who done it Said it was Smoke and from the Wild 100's Eight million stories got me runnin in place, it's tricky (like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass 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 - I knew then What made it official, he me my change The money clip had initials (c'mon) As I, his ass up, six niggaz masked up Pulled up in a Cadillac {*gunfire*}
[police .. fire ?? and a possible homicide The is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop" There are six unidentified in the building are all presumed dead I repeat they are all dead However there are no I the subjects are at large we might some backup.. Inform that we need backup, over.. The skit definitely needs ?? added to it plus a new writer for the script, you.. Someone get Paul on the phone please..