The Robbery

[Verse 1: Montage One] The first thing's first, nigga, where you from? You must be dumb, pullin' up dipped in the slums The crackheads see you and report it for a rock So break yourself quick or a shot from the Glock Will rip through your knot, have you leakin' red snot I promise you, blood, you won't make it off the block So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels Not the rap group, nah, I mean chains and shoes You shoulda watched for the clues Like, who the fuck ever finds a bitch by the pool And actin' all cool deep up in the hood, you's a god damn fool And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat, too See these tattoos? This is Avenues Nigga, lemme see your eyes when I'm talkin' to you This is Piru's finest, set you up with the hynas Not to mention, nigga, she's a motherfuckin' minor You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real So lemme get that backpack and belt made of eel I rabbit-ear pockets, the Bugs Bunny money marauder 'Cause I'm jackin' you smarter and not harder This is somebody's daughter, bro, you must be sick I shoulda shot you in the dick you little stupid-ass trick Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'ma blast If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass [Verse 2: Blu] They got guns to my head, I think it's goin' down I can't believe this happened in my own town They took my crown, even took my jewels Took me down, one shot, even took my shoes Took my wallet, nigga, even took my sock stash Grabbed my money clip, the phone that I had I said, "Wow, I can't believe I forgot the TEC" Looked back at the homie, said, "Damn, what's next?" [Verse 3: Tri State] Ante up, yop that fool For the off-white J-1s and big bright jewels Stakin' out your stu' with the goons Waitin' on a false move then we empty the room From the two-inch tapes to the crates We ransack it all, get the loot out the safe And we know about the stash in the floorboard Jackhammer that up and hand over the Warhol And them collectibles, too, hold up I advise you not to reach or you'll be vegetable stew It's an inside job thanks to Oh No We got photos, you game goofy, bro-bro No "Mask Off", I see the future If you follow my instructions, my shooters won't shoot you Cut the phone line with needle-nose pliers Oh shit, I think I hit the tripwire