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(feat. J-Live) |
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I ever tell you 'bout the time I had to solve this case |
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Some crab motherfuckers straight invading my space |
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It was approximately 8:47 pm |
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I was on my way home coming back from the gym |
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My muscles kind of aching |
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They felt rigid and stiff |
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But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff |
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Playing loud at a shop right on Fulton and Troop |
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Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop |
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As I get closer to the heazy, baby, |
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Certain parts of my body started acting crazy |
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My ears got to twitching, and my right hand shook |
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I had a sudden need for speed, so I decided to book |
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As I arrived on my block to see a bunch of kids |
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Scoping out my building, |
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Noticing the door wide open |
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I jetted up the stairs, past signs of forced entry, |
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Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty |
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Yo, hell no! |
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Yo, my trip from the front door |
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To the second floor |
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Had me feeling so alone, embarrassed, and insecure |
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My worldly possessions that I cherished and prized |
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Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes |
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But not photographic, more like alpha-numeric, |
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You know, VCR, TV, Laptop, Z3, |
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VS, MP, LP, CDs, |
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RL, P&B, N-I-K-E |
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Not to mention USA or RC3C |
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To open up in DC |
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For Run-DMC |
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It's gotta be a nightmare, |
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Somebody pinch me! |
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But up the stairs I see, |
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My 10-speed GT |
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Right where I left it, rather bizarre |
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Still felt violated; my apartment door was ajar |
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As I stormed in thinking it's about to be on, |
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The window was wide open... but nothing was gone! |
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As I dashed to the edge, |
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Held my head past the ledge |
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I seen two hooded figures flipping over a fence |
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They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back |
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So I could figure this shit out cause it was getting' intense |
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The computer was on, file cabinets wide open |
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Bookshelves was tipped over; they searched, but ain't steal |
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Wait a minute! This picture from my built-in safe |
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Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel |
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The same tingling in my ears and hands |
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Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time |
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But my instincts failed me not, the safe was blown wide-open, |
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They stolen my priceless book of rhymes! |
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Oh, hell no! |
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Ah, shit! I been hit! Elizabeth, this is the big one |
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Fuck it, these niggers got me pulling out my big guns |
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So be it! They want it, they got it, but can't have it |
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Dagnabit! The last thing I needed was static! |
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But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion |
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So I grabbed it, |
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Jetted downstairs, |
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Hailed a cab |
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I knew the shit was gonna happen, |
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I was getting too nice |
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From the briefcase I pulled out a homing device |
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Three times better than Lo-Jack |
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These MCs is so wack |
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And now they gotta resort |
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To stealing my text?! |
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As I fixed on their position |
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For my intercept mission, |
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The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed |
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As we headed towards Jersey, the signal got stronger, |
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Even in the tunnel I was right on they tail |
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A green Volkswagon had the nerve to blast Braggin' [???] |
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A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail |
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I told the cabbie, Get closer, but he had no heart |
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Next thing I know we was, like, five blocks apart |
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But they was headed for the airport, the getaway plane |
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Traffic was getting thick, so I got out and ran |
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Followed the signal all the way to this private hangar |
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These niggers want to rendezvous with a Learjet |
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I drove a luggage cart to block the runway, to no avail, |
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They pulled out just in time but I'm not done yet |
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Yo, watch this! |
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You think you're getting away, thieves? I know every rhyme in that |
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Book. You got five seconds to turn around. It's like that? Aight then! |
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If I can't have it, no one can! (Explosion) |
