A Modern Day Mugging

He used to get straight A's

Now a days, get weighed

Paid is the pet phrase

Set the stage, preferably night-times

Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes

Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets

In his gold teeth to eat, garsh darnit, V hold heat

Goin' all out to the fullest, old dip

Chrome 4 fitted, no bullets, no clip

Black electric tape over the hole in the handle

If you hold it right and hit em with wit' it, they can't tell

But still, you gotta be careful

Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful

V personal fav' is "please don't kill me"

Empty out your pockets he probably won't

Will he?

But if you don't hurry up, and shut up, I'll kill ya

Now lay down count to a hundred, loud, will ya

Wonderin' if it gleam like its greased up

Thugs turn to icecles, hard rocks freezed up

This could all be a distraction

Just to buy time, to blast you

So keep something to cut in case you has' to

If he was on the Island, he probably rob the millionare

And be known for wiling out, like Bob Dylan hair

These clever war tips

You won't get from cats who never wore skips

Now lets get down brass tacks

Follow procedure and count stacks like Nasdaq

Don't be caught snoozin'

In the early mornin' hours after a long night of boozin'

Stick 'em up chump you know what this is

Do the right thing you might live to see your kids

All he said was, "Come on don't shoot!"

So shook I think he shit his Shawn Juan suit

Why you staring?

Run your chain like a errand

And your girl earrings

And what yall wearing

Survival Tactics for when things get too gritty

He feels its his duty to the people of the city

Just so long as nobody get hurt

Keep your average civillian on point and alert

And don't forget to check her D-cup

Now bust how he got his duck for his re-up

Then he's back on the bricks, smoking indo

Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window

Oh, one I hate the witty lurker

who follow y'all on the lake, dressed like city worker

OK miss, come up off that bracelet

Just got your hair did? Don't make me waste it

So go to Hades get the devil for his stash

But no old ladies unless your sure they carry mad cash

Like the one from the liqour store

He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score

Before he told the whore get on the floor

she pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw

Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo

He would've let her have it, if he had the ammo

Its all in good fun true

Moral of the story son duke

Senior citizens bust they guns too