Keys

[Blueprint]

Like this..

You roll with a bunch of grimy street cats

Known for packin gats and livin in dirt

They claim they got your backside

But the reality, is that they quick to desert

Your money ain't right

And that's only half the reason your feelings is hurt

You got robbed last night

And found out one of your own cats is stealin your work

And now you wanna kill this jerk

Put him in the ambulance quick with a nurse

You're picturin his body stiff

Sittin six feet deep layin cold in a hearse

You want it so bad that you can taste it

And the anticipation is only makin it worse

So you decide to follow him around

You see him in the nightclub trickin on skirts

You got a dollar to your name

And at least 30 more days until the first

So while he in the V.I.P. spittin game

You order a Long Island to quench your thirst

Sit back, take two sips

Relaxed behind two chicks

Mad cause you gotta listen to these broads

Talk about every time Dick and Harry with they loose lips

You only here for one thang

Thinkin 'bout the payback waitin for this fool to dip

It's funny how things change

This is the same cat that you went to high school with

Disrespectin you, makin you flip

Robbin you while he owing you grip

And you can't believe this cat had the nerve

To try to sell it back to you, on some brand-new shit

You convinced he ain't got no sense

And he did what he did just to see you flip

Now you posted in a nightclub

With a 9-milli, and two clips

Payin attention to the people that he talks to

Especially the chick you see him foolin with

But not really givin a fuck

If this chickenhead got a family and two kids

You see 'em leave together

So you tail 'em to the parkin lot to his new whip

Then you whistle to get his attention

Thinkin to yourself this motherfucker's stupid

Didn't know what hit him 'til the first few clicks

Gun clappin off and on to the music

The gun play's a murderous metronome

{*gunshots*} Welcome to the Terrordome

He got caught while he was headin home

Never thought for a second you'd ever catch him alone

And how he's wonderin why he ever robbed you

Layin on the concrete with lead in his dome

You standin there shakin

Like a little child, with your hands on the chrome

And everything is for the takin

So you snatch his wallet, and yank off his herringbone

You look around and hide the gun

See somebody callin 9-1-1 on a cell phone

But you still got time to run

Make a clean getaway and pray the truth'll never be known

So you bail into the shadows

And make sure that your face is hard to see

But the chick that he was with in the club

Saw the whole thing and starts to scream

Your only thought is to flee

So you bail into the parkin lot and head across the street

You get inside the ride

Look in your pockets, so you can start the jeep

And then it hits you

That in the middle of this robbery and homicide you lost your keys

And then it hits you

That you'll probably get the fuckin chair, cause you lost your keys! {*echoes*}