Yo.. I don't what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the boat - and start robbin old Now see you done messed with the old lady You done went yo, check it..
was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't him Four in the mornin, my ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other screamin Told em, "Keep(?) down," but was breathin hard It was my grandmother tellin me she had been robbed I her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over Freezin but this situation the night colder Knew this was the night (that what?) she played poker with some friends in a club at the boat bub' Said she seen these thugs on the for a while (uhh) Not gamblin but every now and they'd smile Then BLAOW! had(?) Mag's 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 of it was em? (How many of it was em?) she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin, describe em cause it happened too fast (what?) they looked like me with they pants hangin off ass Got her some - and begin to think How these niggaz take her wig, her and her mink? Somebody round the know the deal (uhh) Whoever did it better have Blue Shield for yo, it's the big payback..
{*cuts n scratches*, Com
Later that day I went to the 'shop, to see was up Them niggaz probably knew somethin I needed a cut Walked in they was playin (jihh-gga..) Discussin how Da titties done got bigger These niggaz next to me, was bout the heist did it even got Jordan for his ice Said that it was done so precise the ain't know nut-nin Had to use all my not to ask no questions 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 team A week ago neither one of niggaz had a ring Hype(?) came in, sellin CD's; said the BD's was braggin bout they had done By now, I'm thinkin bout my gun if I see bracelet I'ma play racist (and what?) and niggaz run the big payback..
{*cuts n scratches*, Com
My imagination as I got in the chair 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 they These chicks claim was there, knew the niggaz who done it Said it was Smoke and them from the Wild Eight stories got me runnin in place, it's gettin tricky (like who?) dude, that do drum'n'bass There was a air in the place, made me suspicious Normally, they'd be like bitches My cut me with a quickness (what?) Asked him where he got the new he it was his sister's - I knew then What it official, he gave me my change The money clip had gramp's (c'mon) As I, his ass up, six niggaz masked up Pulled up in a Cadillac {*gunfire*}
scanner] .. fire ?? and a possible homicide The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop" are six unidentified bodies in the building They are all presumed I repeat they are all presumed there are no suspects I the subjects are at large we might some backup.. Inform that we need backup, over.. The definitely needs more ?? added to it a new writer for the script, thank you.. Someone get Paul on the phone please..