Rob A Nigga Thoughts

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Yo, picture me walkin' downtown where them lost angels is In an alley devoid of light from all angles it's Dark, as I walk, my heart's racing Feeling like Michael Myers, Jigsaw, Jason I'm clutching nothin' but a rusty box cutter This dull blade couldn't fucking cut through hot butter, but uh It's nothing but a, means to an end I mean, it's my only means to get ends Now I see this couple strolling, they both heavily dressed Cause it's a cold night, they old right? Both seventy-ish I approach ready and vexed, feeling like life owes me Even if I rob these folks, still it won't settle the debt Life pissed on me like a home pregnancy test So when I yell "Gimme the money!" I won't hold any regret But uh, this just my thoughts tell the law to wait I'm innocent, long as I keep these thoughts at bay [Hook: Julius Luciano] Yeah, I got them rob a nigga thoughts Where's the money at? Is it hidin' in a vault? Huh?! Huh?! I got them rob a nigga thoughts Where's the money at? Is it hidin' in a vault? I need to know now, I need that dough now Climbin' through windows, walkin' through niggas doors now, like BLAO! Gimme the bread or I'm murkin' all your homies I'm even robbin' bitches, gimme your purse and all belongings [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] When it's nothin' in your pockets You ain't got time for a conscience You ain't got time for the nonsense I don't shop at the 99¢ store, nigga I'm piss-poor My own homie tried to rob me, now its war I know he did it, but he don't know that I know So this is the plan, I'm a just go with the flow Smile in his face, poke his ho on the low Niggas think I'm soft, yea I know how it go Sometimes a rap nigga they think I ain't with the biz But I ain't gotta find where he live, shit I already been there before I know the whole layout I'm a stakeout his home until they out and gone Then I'm a go off in they house and go the safe route That's the route to the safe, it's behind the closet wall Then I'm a take out everything they own Then put on a fake smile when I see them the next morn' HA! [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] "Yo, what time is it bro?" "'bout 8:15 my G" Naw, I think it's time for a B&E I'm flat broke just check the status on my EBT I can't afford to put a piece of meat on my B-R-E-A-D Aight, you say it's about a quarter past eight Let's hit the house on the corner yo and go the back way Them dyke bitches live there true, in fact they Go to work in the afternoon, so they gon' get back late I stole before but I'm still a rookie at home invasions I don't own a ski mask and these hoodies still show our faces But fuck it, I need dough like these Muslims be wantin' bacon Let's run up in there, anything good? Yo let's take it That's the plan, whatever I can carry I'm a steal yo When these gay chicks get home, they gone know the deal tho' When you have a crooked mind, crooked shit happen But this is just a thought until I put it into action [Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] [Verse 4: Kenny] It's Kenny, and first of all I'm hungry I lurked and emerged from the smog in Long Beach Plottin' to quench my money thirst with all my homies On the corner perched, smell the purple all up on me Everyday I'm high as hell, so I figured I might as well Try to sell, but dispensaries keep taking my clientele Fuck it then, I'm a hop on my fucked up Schwinn Pull some capers then its later while my tires screech, no Saved By The Bell Dressed in all black so they can't see me at night I'm a clothesline a pedestrian from the seat of my bike Have his feet fly in the air while all you see is his Nikes While he fall back like an army team with no fight If money falls, I'm a snatch up everything that's in sight Then pedal off before the cops can come read me my rights Rob a few more folks before I park my bike and settle in With no drugs, I'm a make money while pedalin' [Hook: Kenny]