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]