Modern Day Mugging

He used to get straight A's Now a days, get weighed, Paid is the pet phrase Set the stage, preferably night-times Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets In his gold teeth to eat, garsh darnit, V hold heat Goin' all out to the fullest, old dip Chrome 4 fitted, no bullets, no clip Black electric tape over the hole in the handle, If you hold it right and hit em with wit' it, they can't tell But still, you gotta be careful Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful V personal fav' is "please don't kill me" Empty out your pockets he probably won't, Will he? But if you don't hurry up, and shut up, I'll kill ya Now lay down count to a hundred, loud, will ya Wonderin' if it gleam like its greased up Thugs turn to icecles, hard rocks freezed up This could all be a distraction Just to buy time, to blast you So keep something to cut in case you has' to If he was on the Island, he probably rob the millionare And be known for wiling out, like Bob Dylan hair These clever war tips, You won't get from cats who never wore skips Now lets get down brass tacks Follow procedure and count stacks like Nasdaq Don't be caught snoozin' In the early mornin' hours after a long night of boozin' Stick 'em up chump you know what this is, Do the right thing you might live to see your kids All he said was, "Come on don't shoot!" So shook I think he shit his Shawn Juan suit Why you staring? Run your chain like a errand, And your girl earrings, And what yall wearing Survival Tactics for when things get too gritty, He feels its his duty to the people of the city Just so long as nobody get hurt, Keep your average civillian on point and alert And don't forget to check her D-cup, Now bust how he got his duck for his re-up Then he's back on the bricks, smoking indo, Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window Oh, one I hate the witty lurker, Who follow y'all on the lake, dressed like city worker OK miss, come up off that bracelet, Just got your hair did? Don't make me waste it So go to Hades get the devil for his stash, But no old ladies unless your sure they carry mad cash Like the one from the liqour store, He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score, Before he told the whore get on the floor, She pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo, He would've let her have it, if he had the ammo Its all in good fun true, Moral of the story son duke, Senior citizens bust they guns too