Vigilantes

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] [Verse 2: Wiki] I'm on it He want it And my wallet got a piece of paper say The address he stay Tip-toe up the stairs Of where he lived Kicked in the crib Looked like he dipped Hand on my chin This dude gotta pay for the shit that he did So I'm racking my brain, heard he got a chick that live All the way uptown so we hop right back on the train [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] [Verse 4: Wiki] Heard the creep slapped homie's sister in the cheek Heard he robbed old miss Yvette with a piece That ain't the half He be taking cash From the mans been collecting them cans It's a brainless motherfucker You couldn't tame this motherfucker Yeah I blame this motherfucker Drain this motherfucker He crossed the line All this talk and we had to find him all this time [Verse 5: Your Old Droog] [Verse 6: Wiki] Walk in the building, elevator to the 4th floor Wonder what we in store for Knock, knock - I got my ear to the door (shhhhh) No shit, I'm hearing the whore She screaming He's either beating this chick up or heeming Kick in the door, run in the room, but we ain't see him Just this bitch scheming I said "bitch if you don't tell us where the fuck he is we ain't leaving" I'm losing patience, been chasing this creep all evening Wait - heard someone breathing Turn my head and he creeping Right out the front door, but he clocked that we peeped him So we running now, we jumping down Three flights of steps tryna get to this fucking clown All night he got hunted down But once we got outside you could tell more of them was coming 'round [Verse 7: Your Old Droog] [Verse 8: Wiki] Kept chasing even though Droog got a limp I woulda stopped but I almost got this dude in my grip Tackled the bastard Put him on [?] Droog caught back up, tell him what he gon' get [Verse 9: Your Old Droog & Wiki] ... You get me? ... ... turn deadly (it's real) ... Got him in his yard ... by the West Side Highway ... Looking like the New York version of Friday ... Since I can't squeeze ... Then we breeze The vigilantes