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Payback Is a Grandmother

Yo, I don't know what was on y'all niggas birds

To go up to the boat, and start robbing old folks

Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady

You done went wild, yo, check itThere was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again

Dude that broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him

Four in the morning, my phone ringing

I'm thinking, "Who the fuck is this," on the other line screaming

Told em, "Keep down," but they was breathing hard

It was my grandmother telling me that she had been robbed

I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over

Freezing but this situation made the night colder

Knew this was the night (that what?) that she played poker

With some friends in a club at the boat getting bub'

Said she seen these thugs on the boat for a while

Not gambling but every now and then they'd smile

Then blow! They had Mag's

And told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"

Made people strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?)

Had the place took in a minute and some seconds

Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?)

Said she couldn't remember

She was spooked and buzzing, couldn't describe em

Cause it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me

With they pants hanging off they ass

Got her some water, and begin to think

How these niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?

Somebody round the crib know the deal

Whoever did it better have Blue Shield for real

Cause yo, it's the big paybackLater that day I went to the 'shop, to see what was up

Them niggas probably knew something plus I needed a cut

Walked in they was playing Jigga

Discussing how Da Brat titties done got bigger

These niggas next to me, was talking bout the heist

Whoever did it even got Jordan for his ice

Said that it was done so precise the cops ain't know nothing

Had to use all my might not to ask no questions

Put down the magazine, went to the pop machine

Noticing these cats, had the Bling Bling

They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they team

A week ago neither one of these niggas had a ring

This Hype came in, selling CD's, said the BD's

Was bragging bout robbery they had done

By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet

I'ma play racist (and what?) and make niggas run

It's the big paybackMy imagination roamed as I got in the chair

Thinking when shit went down, I was I was there

Fucking with fam' who you are, I don't care

Have your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in they swear

These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggas who done it

Said it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100's

Eight million stories got me running in place, it's getting tricky

(like who?) like dude, that do drum'n'bass

There was a air in the place, that made me suspicious

Normally, they'd be talkin like bitches

My barber cut me with a quickness (what?)

Asked him where he got the new bracelet

He said it was his sister's, I knew then

What made it official, he gave me my change

The money clip had gramp's initials (c'mon)

As I, whooped his ass up, six niggas masked up

Pulled up in a Cadillac truckThree-alarm fire and a possible homicide

The building is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop"

There are six unidentified bodies in the building

They are all presumed dead

I repeat they are all presumed dead

However there are no suspects

I repeat the subjects are at large

We might need some backup

Inform O'Malley that we need backup, over

The skit definitely needs more sound added to it

Plus a new writer for the script, thank you

Someone get Prince Paul on the phone please

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