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If he was on the Island, he'd probably rob The Millionaire
And be known for wildin' out like Bob Dylan's hair
These clever war tips
You won't get from cats who never wore skips
Now, let's get down to brass tacks
Follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ
*snoring* 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 shit his Sean John suit
Why you starin'? (Huh?) Run your chain like an errand
And your girl's earrings (Oh shit), and what you wearin'
Survival tactics for when things get too gritty
He feels it's 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, 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, "Whore, get on the floor"
She pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw (Oh, shit!)
Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo
He would've let her have it if he had the ammo
It's all in good fun, true, moral of the story son duke:
Senior citizens'll bust they guns too!

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>pesos
At the park gates "Hark who goes there?"
"It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair"
"You may go", he said "You should have been say so!"
Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso
"There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed"
And please keep it moving twice the speed
Consider that your fair warn
Or else I'll bring it to ya express like Airborne"

Oh, give my props to the shooter
Prices at a all time low in the future
Something like fourteen, they must be on HORSE PILLS (ivermectin)
OT and zero-three to re-up on force fields
At that cost, deal, he plotted the coordinates
Two thousand three winter time upper west side, more or less
This thing be buggin' like a celly frontin'
Who the hell is honey with the slug in her belly, stuntin'
You ain't have to tell V nuthin'
Trust him, it really ain't no time for discussion
He'd be back in '93, press of a button, and they busted in
His first impulse was to smack the dirt
All four wore plain clothes and lumberjack shirt
Recognize one face from school six degrees ago
He'd snuff him in his braces just to switch the station to BGO
He kept a punch line every lunch break, lunch time
And this is no time to pump fake, it's crunch time
The same split second, they let off the toast
THATS WHEN HE HIT THE SPEED DIAL AND SPED OFF, GHOST
I know those cats don't like V
And if they took my head off they'd get off most likely
And probably thought the time gizmo was my WALLET
And hit the hills, no, forty more times on some foul shit
Pick a crime, he was out in the nick of time
To get paid another day and live to kick a sicker rhyme
For iller, it's like Miller malt liquor time
Up town finery where it's probably not best to flaunt
Everyone's your best friend, V steps into the restaurant
"My friend," he said, "You must be psychic"
"What's the price of- "Fourteen! It’s good, you like it!"
Huh, be back tonight
The fourteen G pack was really packed tight
But back at the lab he found the Sleestak was right
Not only was it three cracks light, but too white
The test show lactose, anbesol, lecithin
Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines
Next time I'll bring my men who speak Mexican
And let the Techs spin, make 'em contact the next of kin