Kill The Rich

[Intro: Bobby Raps] I was going back and forth today Take my time choosing what to say Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum Now I'm finding it hard to breathe [Verse 1: Terror Reid] If you bumping this track then I'm sure ya wanna know The absolute easiest way to stack dough You probably working day jobs and cleaning someone else's mess So much stress you got a pain in ya chest Well sit and take notes I got knowledge to throw The only way to get by is stealing from the rich folk They got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloat Don't feel bad, they got a boat First thing ya wanna do is find a balling ass crib Ya gotta lot of options, take ya time, get it in Ya betta do some diggin' And try to find a spot that's not hot With limited security and what not Find out when they leave and when they come back Rich fucks always got a tight schedule and all that Now jack a cheap ass car that you can use for the boost Better yet a set of stolen plates will do Head to the gun shop and use all the cash ya got Once you got the heat, stash it under the seat To be sure they ain't home, give the front door a knock It's a rich dude's spot, so ya can't pick the lock Instead of that, head to the back and find a window Now put ya gloves on and punch it out like a trick hoe Next thing ya know ya on the inside But ya gotta be quick, so set a timer for 5 and look alive [Chorus: Bobby Raps] I was going back and forth today Take my time choosing what to say Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum Now I'm finding it hard to breathe [Verse 2: Terror Reid] Now scope out the first floor, look for nice shit Wallets, keys, a watch anything you can get Check the house for false floors, cameras and trap doors Everything you see here tonight is now yours Find out where they sleep, and check the sheets and flip the bed Check the closets anywhere you think they keep bread But keep ya hand on the heat in case they come back Don't be afraid to blast 'em or stab 'em in the back 'Cause the only thing standing between you and the cash is a bitch ass rat who can't even act Eventually you'll find more cheese than you can spend Escape the way you came in and watch the robbery end Now ya gotta act quick, and ditch the evidence Dispose of all ya clothes and shit and blow up the whip Figure out an alibi, maybe you was with a bitch And she sucked ya dick so good you passed out and didn't do shit Or maybe you was driving down the street and fell asleep Cause ya dickhead boss make you work all week Whatever it is, stick with that shit 'til it ends And don't tell anybody, not even ya closest friends You'd be surprised how quick ya homies hang ya out to dry They lie, cause they ain't get they piece of the pie Well fuck all that, you earned every cent in the sac Just go home and count your stacks and never look back It's Reid [Outro: Bobby Raps] I was going back and forth today Take my time choosing what to say Now I'm getting thrown like a tantrum Waiting for these drugs to kick in like a bass drum Now I'm finding it hard to breathe