Lyrics

[Intro] Yo I don't know what was on y'all niggas' birds To go up to the boat and start robbin' old folks Now see, you done messed with the wrong old lady You done went wild Yo, check it [Verse 1] There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my crib, it wasn't involvin' him 4 in the mornin', my phone ringin' I'm thinkin' who the fuck is this on the other line screamin'? Told em, "Geek down," but they was breathin' hard It was my grandmother tellin' me that she had been robbed I told her hold (Hold), tight (Tight), I'd be right over Freezin', 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, gettin' bub' Said she seen these thugs on the boat for a while (Uh) Not gamblin', but every now and then, they'd smile Then blaow, they up mags 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 buzzin' Couldn't describe 'em 'cause it happened too fast (What?) Said they looked like me with they pants hangin' 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 (Uh) Whoever did it better have Blue Shield for real 'Cause, yo, it's the big payback [Interlude] Yeah Huh (What?) Big uh, it's the big what? Come on Yeah, uh, yeah Gots to get back Yeah Yo [Verse 2] Later that day, I went to the shop to see what was up Them niggas probably knew somethin', plus I needed a cut Walked in, they was playin' Jigga Discussin' how Da Brat titties done got bigger These niggas next to me was talkin' 'bout the heist Whoever did it even got Jordan for his ice Said that it was done so precise, the cops ain't know nothin' Had to use all my might not to ask no questions Put down the magazine, went to the pop machine Noticin' these cats had the bling-bling They wouldn't be talkin' if they did it, it could be they team A week ago, neither one of these niggas had a ring This hype came in sellin' CDs, said the BDs Was braggin' 'bout a robbery they had done By now, I'm thinkin' 'bout my gun If I see gramp's bracelet, I'ma play racist (And what?) And make niggas run, it's the big payback [Interlude] Yeah What? Got to get back, what? It's the big payback, what? What? Yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo It's the big payback (Yeah), uh, uh, uh Rush it, yeah [Verse 3] My imagination roamed as I got in the chair Thinkin' when shit went down, I wish I was there Fuckin' with fam, who you are, I don't care Have your guys pourin' liquor with your 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 100s Eight million stories got me runnin' in place, it's gettin' tricky (Like who?) Like dude that do drum and bass There was an 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 (Come on) As I whooped his ass up, six niggas masked up Pulled up in a Cadillac truck [Outro] We have an arson, three-alarm fire, murder, 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 siren added to it Plus a new writer for the script, thank you Someone get Prince Paul on the phone please Thank you