Thieves In Da Nite (heist)

Shabazz The Disciple

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    [Verse 1]
    Uses to stalk like a hawk pon the sidewalk looking for my prey
    Sometimes I hit the subway, schemin to catch a jackpot
    Shit is hot too many cops, I think I'll run up in a crack spot
    I start on my mission and yo I'm scrambling
    Approach a group of shorties who were gambling
    I play it off and ask one of them a question
    Yo shorty I'm lost, yo help me out with some directions
    He stated kicking it and something kept shining
    I looked at his hand it was a ring full of diamonds
    Evil was my level of thinking
    Get all I can get and leave my victims dead and stinking
    I drew the guns from the holsters on my sides
    This is a stickup, don't make it a fucking homicide
    Give me the cash quick fast or my nine'll blast
    They gave it up and did the 100 yard dash
    I left shorty on the ground face down
    Shitting and pissing and under pressure from the 3 pound
    I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass
    Robbed him blind and left his head all gashed

    Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies
    Committing armed robberies
    Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!

    [Chorus: Killah Priest]
    The shootouts over dice
    The sirens and the lights
    The late night heist
    The thieves in da nite

    [Verse 2]
    Continued on my mission, I went to the corner to the phone booth
    And called preme and the troops
    I told preme the plan and what to carry
    Cause where we going tonight yo it's kinda scary
    I told him bring grenades and extra drivers
    To pull this shit off right, we can't leave survivors
    We reached the scene of the crime got on the job
    Dressed to rob was the motherfucking mad mob
    We left the driver with the engine running
    Ran up in the building, on our way to make a killing
    Reached the floor, I rang the bell on the door
    Cocked the .44 ready to bring them brothers war
    I rang the bell once more a brother opened the door
    Bup! bup!, we put his brains on the floor
    We ran up in the spot letting off mad shots, until the last brother dropped
    And when he dropped, I realized it was Klein
    I said to myself, yeah this nigga ass is mine
    Slapped him with the magnum, knocked him out dragged him
    Tied him to a motherfucking chair and I gagged him
    Torture motherfuckers, preme you know how we do
    Cut off all his fingers and then drugged him with a needle
    When he recuperated then he cooperated
    He started singing where his drugs were being operated
    Buck to the chest, bang to the head
    Preme shot him in the ear to make sure he's dead
    The next thing on my mind yo it was leaving
    But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathing
    We dragged Klein down the fire escape
    Stripped him of his gun, then we grabbed the safe
    With help from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster
    We bagged him in a body bag and dumped him in a dumpster
    Left his ass in the garbage all smothered
    Threw a grenade in the window and ran for cover
    We saw a witness on our way out the gutter
    My little cousin pump slit his throat with a box cutter
    While he was laying there gagging, I put the tool to his head
    And blew that shit up with lead
    Emptied the clip in my nine out
    Jumped in the bema with the safe, then we headed to the hideout
    I was thinking bout that fucking catastrophe
    We left at least 10 or more casualties
    Splattered around but naked
    The only means of identity was their motherfucking dental records

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    Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies
    Committing armed robberies
    Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Lil' Dap]
    Yo I walk down the block, gun shots follow the block
    Mom dukes is a maid, I think this shit is a raid - check it out
    I'm living this low-budget violent lifetime
    Watch me break it down, start to kill these rhymes
    Lifting pockets was a sport just to get respect
    Little nigga little brother watch shorty with the tec
    Snatching weight across the land to kill the wicked man
    No one could hold me down, no one can even stop me
    Weight taped to my leg ready to see poppi
    Walking through the doors and I'm scared to death
    Trigger finger's on my right incase they tried to flex
    Seeing weight, cream and dream niggaz they start to skeem
    What's life after this, should we break shit down
    Let these brothers know around town that we do get down
    East New York style, hold me back one time
    Busting shots in the air, cause the world was mines
    Check it out...

    Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies
    Committing armed robberies
    Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!

    [Chorus] - 2X

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