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(feat. Master Thiefsie G and the Keepa Krew) (*sung to the tune of Gangster's Paradise, by Coolio*) I take a look at my job And realize there's nothing left 'Cause I've been killin' and stealin' so long That even ol' Cutty thinks that my mind has gone But I ain't never stole a dime cuz I didn't deserve it Me be treated like a thief, you know that's unheard of You betta watch how ya talking And where ya walking Or you with those Hammers might be lined in chalk
As they croak, I see my bitter humor's been provoked, Fool, I'm the kinda G that pocket pickers wanna be like In the shadows of the night Stayin' out of the the street lights
Living in a Burgler's Paradise (2)
Living in a Burgler's paradise (2)
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the fold So I gotta be down with the Keepers All these friggin' glyph warnings, take away control I'm a pessimistic sneak with money on my mind Got my bow in my hand and a mechanical eye I'm a Keeper cast-out, back-stabbing taffer And there's shadows around so don't make me hafta Fool, death ain't nothing but a foot step away I'm living life snatch or run-a, what can I say? I'm thirty-three now, but will I ever live to see thirty-four The way this guy's playin' I don't know.
All the doors They make, I still have the key (rpt 1)
Mission after mission, duty after duty Everybody's guarding, but half of them ain't lookin' I'm sneakin' in through the cistern Another treasure tooken They say I gotta learn But nobody needs to lead me If they can go and steal it, why do they need me? I guess they do Or they'd be through, I guess they're taffed That's why I know my career's in luck, fool! (rpt 1, 2, 2) |
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