Grandma And Them

[Verse 1] Ran up in the liquor store, waving the pistol 'round Everybody hit the floor, everybody hit the ground Both of them in the zone, all about the business now If they can stick to code they can hit it and get out Oh, so professional, cleaner than a basset hound Dog when his dick is broke, run it like a give a go Did it before, just to get him some dough Stash box getting too low, they inching for more Out here kicking doors, twenty inches of snow Fifty below, pistol grip is frigid and cold Forever they been going through this rigmarole Getting locked up, grandma bring him some dough Put her house up so they let him come home Oh, so grown [Verse 2] Two twin brothers raised by their grandmother One was always running and gunning and caused trouble The other one suffer cause they look like one another He wasn't doing nothing, but the fuzz still bust him He must have grew accustomed to the boys trying to rush him One day he had enough and said fuck it So baby now it's on, little brother ride along One was the brain other the brawn and they twice as strong They thinking if it's right or it's wrong One heist the alarm, other nice with the arms You make a move and act shiesty and you're gone He never pulled a trigger in life, but be warned He cold as stone and bad to the bone Let's get it on [Verse 3] He started out buying shit, trying to have the flyest fits Rocking all the brightest kicks, knocking all the hottest chicks Driving a shiny whip, buy all the drinks That was the old brothers thing, the little brother digs The excitement side of it, trying to out smart a Vic It was the lick until their grandmother got sick She needed surgery and it hurts to see her If they don't act first something worse could occur Might lose a leg, suffer a seizure Emergency might cover her up with dirt Can't suffer to hurt, put something in her purse And so they urgently burst into work We gonna bleed this city like a thirst Our gift is your curse [Verse 4] Back to the here and now, we don't have a lot of time Cash drawer clear it out, hand over the dollar signs And feel free to sound the alarm all you want We already downed the phone and the power lines And I really doubt you want to step out of line This Glock 9 of mine will make your mind hard to find Ignorant, the only sound I want to be hearing is The lock on the safe go click-ickity-click This is a bad feeling isn't it? Yeah, listen, bitch Here is bag, get to filling it Lady moved kind of slow like she forgot the code Younger brother watch the clock, "yo, it's time to go" He ain't leaving out this door without this pot of gold Lock and load [Verse 5] The old owner's down stairs doing invoices Seen the power go out, and he could hear noises Knew what was taking place and had a little something Of his own waiting for this situation He came out bummages to show them what time it is The guns are kind of big, but one ain't ever fired his Aim ain't confident plus he got the power kick Hitting all kind of shit except of what the target is But old papa did just the opposite Shots just ricocheting, "listen mister, isn't playing" Kids made it out the spot, but he followed them Nines still firing, sirens hollering Police arrive and the younger twin dropped just then The owner hit him in the collar and bodied him Kemosabe isn't stopping Continued throwing shots at the cops until the officers slaughter him Damn, now who's suppose to tell grandma and them?