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