Stolen Moments Pt. III

[Intro: Q-Tip]

Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are

Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are

Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga

Whoever you are, whoever you are

[Verse: Common]

Fuck waiting under my skin, the situation is scraping

Somewhat like the girl X-rating

It's hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation

Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacing

Make me wanna leave the city when I can't take a vacation

Without somebody breaking in my demonstration

For some South side information, I search the Nigga-net

It's certain things about this I ain't figure yet

Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys

Because his job had been stopped smoking weed

Thursdays his off days, he usually watch his seed

For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need

The stripper broad, my TV and couch she couldn't carry it

Unless some nigga helped and that's who she'll get buried with

She was vegetarian, she wouldn't have cooked chicken

I confronted her with it, to her story she was sticking

The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype

Who I ain't know by name, but I knew by bite

Chances of him breaking in, chilling and eating

Are about as slim as he is, though I knew where he lived

In this house with three kids, one I was cool with

As we rolled, I told the guy turn on the music

Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect

The nigga who did it popped the tape in the deck

[Dialogue from "King of New York" and "Scarface"]

-Just tell me why. Don't lie to me, man, just tell me why!

-It's the money, alright?

-Just tell me why!

-It's the fucking money, alright??

(Fight noises)

[Outro: Q-Tip]

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit

It ain't sweet when you do that shit