Ill Streets Blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
We going to swing this like this...

I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan

Looking like Raggedy Ann
, no dough in hand, kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking

Soon I see some thighs and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick?
Bill Blass my sidekick

What's up, black? Give his hand a smack

Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
They drove us down to this other section
Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection

They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him

But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him

Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife

Shot him in the back of the head and jigged him with a knife

And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues

You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues

You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers

You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors

So I got to get with the business and hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick

Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop

Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck

And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check

But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie

Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey

Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me

So to the next weasel that freezes

Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus

Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck

Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck

Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers

Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose

But you lose, because I got the ill street blues

You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues

Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us

But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red,
'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us,
he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in

What's up snake, why'd you violate?
They called him a chazer (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight

Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye

You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go

We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes

But you lose, because I got the ill street blues

You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues

You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues