CommonPayback 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 it There 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 payback Later 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 payback My 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 truck Three-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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