Modern Day Mugging

Lyrics

[Intro] Viktor Vaughn You are accused of -- (ahahahahah) Fool! Did you really think Viktor Vaughn could be captured so easily? We have a suspect, we have a witness But we have no Vik see if you can authorize overtime [Verse] He used to get straight A's Nowadays, "Get way paid" is the pet phrase Set the stage, preferably night-times Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets In his gold teeth to eat, goshdarn it, V hold heat Goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip Black electric tape over the hole in the handle If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell But still, you got to be careful Dudes be so scared, they cop pleas by the earfull V personal fave is, "Please don't kill me" Empty out your pockets and he probably won't, willy But if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya Now lay down and count to a hundred loud, will ya? When the nickel gleam like it's greased up Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freezed up This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you So keep something to cut in case you has to If he was on the Island, he'd probably rob The Millionaire And be known for wildin' out like Bob Dylan hair These clever war tips You won't get from cats who never wore skips Now, let's get down to brass tacks Follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ *snoring* Don't be caught snoozin' In the early morning hours from a long night of boozing Stick 'em up, chump, you know what this is Do the right thing, you might live to see your kids All he said was, "Come on, don't shoot!" So shook, I think he shit his Sean John suit Why you starin'? (Huh?) Run your chain like an errand And your girl's earrings (Oh shit), and what y'all wearin' Survival tactics for when things get too gritty He feels it's his duty to the people of the city Just so long as nobody get hurt It keep the average civilian on point and alert And don't forget to check her D-cup Now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up Then he's back on the bricks, smokin' indo' Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window Oh, wanna hate the witty lurker? Who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker OK, miss, come up off that bracelet Just got your hair did, don't make me waste it So, go to Hades, get the Devil for his stash But no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash Like the one from the liquor store He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score Before he told her, "Whore, get on the floor" She pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw (Oh, shit!) Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo He would've let her have it if he had the ammo It's all in good fun, true, moral of the story, son duke Senior citizens'll bust their guns too!