He used to get straight A's Nowadays get way paid is the pet phrase Set the stage, preferably night time Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets In his gold teeth to eat, goshdarn it V hold heat Goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip Black electric tape over the hole in the handle If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell But still, you gotta be careful Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the ear-full V's personal fave is "Please dont k** me" Empty out your pockets and he probably won't, willy But if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll k** ya So lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? When the nickle gleam like its greased up Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze 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'd probably rob a millionaire And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan's hair These clever war tips You won't get from cats who never wore skips Now lets get down to bra** tacks Follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq Don't be caught snoozin In the early morning hours from a long night of boozing Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is Do the right thing you might live to see your kids All he said was "c'mon don't shoot!" So shook I think he sh** his Sean John suit Why you starin'? run your chain like an errand And your girls earrings, and what you wearin' 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 It keep your average civilian on point and alert And don't forget to check her d-cup Now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up Then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo' Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window Oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker Who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a 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 you're sure they carry mad cash Like the one from the liquor store He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score Before he told her who*e 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'll bust their guns too!