Vigilantes

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[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]

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You get me?

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... turn deadly (it's real)

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Got him in his yard

... by the West Side Highway

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Looking like the New York version of Friday

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Since I can't squeeze

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Then we breeze

The vigilantes