the rhyme king
truth.com
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You’re not promised tomorrowin this little shop of horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip’s pocket’s looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller’s check
But if a vic’ tries to choke me
I’ll have to smoke him like I’m smokey the bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don’t even try begging for your life, that don’t concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don’t give a fukk
Hyper as a sniper piping nikkas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in theliquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I’m stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the ill street blues
You’re not promised tomorrowin this little shop of horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip’s pocket’s looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller’s check
But if a vic’ tries to choke me
I’ll have to smoke him like I’m smokey the bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don’t even try begging for your life, that don’t concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don’t give a fukk
Hyper as a sniper piping nikkas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in theliquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I’m stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the ill street blues
