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