ill street blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
Here comes G. Rap with another one yall
We going to swing this like this...
Im right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because Im dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some thighs and my eyes open wide quick
Whos that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
Whats up, black? Give his hand a smack
Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby well be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to this other section
Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money, next youre ripping off his car fenders
Hes coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, ****, nope, and hope he dont get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmys pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmys wife is with him and they dont want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
Hes screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody whos gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
Youre not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business and hit quick
Moneygrips pockets looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a travelers check
But if a vic tries to choke me
Ill have to smoke him like Im Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Dont even try begging for your life, that dont concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I dont give a ****
Hyper as a sniper piping *****s like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then Im stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But thats dead, Ill thank God in the red, cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, were not a lazy crew, well do a job or two
But yo, the man cant even stick me with some Krazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
Whats up snake, whyd you violate?
They called him a chazer (Whats that?)
Yo, thats a pig that dont fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I dont play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
Im hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues