Tom Coyne - Stolen Moments Pt. III lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip] Hey s**a n***a, whoever you are Hey s**a n***a, whoever you are Hey s**a n***a, hey s**a n***a Whoever you are, whoever you are [Verse 1: Common] f** waiting under my skin, the situation is scraping Somewhat like the girl X-rating It's hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacing Make me wanna leave the city when I can't take a vacation Without somebody breaking in my demonstration For some South side information, I search the n***a-net It's certain things about this I ain't figure yet Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys Because his job had been stopped smoking weed Thursdays his off days, he usually watch his seed For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need The stripper broad, my TV and couch she couldn't carry it Unless some n***a helped and that's who she'll get buried with She was vegetarian, she wouldn't have cooked chicken I confronted her with it, to her story she was sticking The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype Who I ain't know by name, but I knew by bike Chances of him breaking in, chilling and eating Are about as slim as he is, though I knew where he lived In this house with three kids, one I was cool with As we rolled, I told the guy turn on the music Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect The n***a who did it popped the tape in the deck [Dialogue from "King of New York" and "Scarface"] -Just tell me why. Don't lie to me, man, just tell me why! -It's the money, alright? -Just tell me why! -It's the f**ing money, alright?? (Fight noises) [Outro: Q-Tip] It ain't sweet when you do that sh** (Repeat x7)