like this you roll with a bunch of grimy street cats known for packin gats and livin in dirt they claim they got your backside but the reality is that they quick to desert your money ain t right and that s only half the reason your feelings is hurt you got robbed last night and found out one of your own cats is stealin your work and now you wanna kill this jerk put him in the ambulance quick with a nurse you re picturin his body stiff sittin six feet deep layin cold in a hearse you want it so bad that you can taste it and the anticipation is only makin it worse so you decide to follow him around you see him in the nightclub trickin on skirts you got a dollar to your name and at least 30 more days until the first so while he in the v i p spittin game you order a long island to quench your thirst sit back take two sips relaxed behind two chicks mad cause you gotta listen to these broads talk about every time dick and harry with they loose lips you only here for one thang thinkin bout the payback waitin for this fool to dip it s funny how things change this is the same cat that you went to high school with disrespectin you makin you flip robbin you while he owing you grip and you can t believe this cat had the nerve to try to sell it back to you on some brand new shit you convinced he ain t got no sense and he did what he did just to see you flip now you posted in a nightclub with a 9 milli and two clips payin attention to the people that he talks to especially the chick you see him foolin with but not really givin a fuck if this chickenhead got a family and two kids you see em leave together so you tail em to the parkin lot to his new whip then you whistle to get his attention thinkin to yourself this motherfucker s stupid didn t know what hit him til the first few clicks gun clappin off and on to the music the gun play s a murderous metronome welcome to the terrordome he got caught while he was headin home never thought for a second you d ever catch him alone and how he s wonderin why he ever robbed you layin on the concrete with lead in his dome you standin there shakin like a little child with your hands on the chrome and everything is for the takin so you snatch his wallet and yank off his herringbone you look around and hide the gun see somebody callin 9 1 1 on a cell phone but you still got time to run make a clean getaway and pray the truth ll never be known so you bail into the shadows and make sure that your face is hard to see but the chick that he was with in the club saw the whole thing and starts to scream your only thought is to flee so you bail into the parkin lot and head across the street you get inside the ride look in your pockets so you can start the jeep and then it hits you that in the middle of this robbery and homicide you lost your keys and then it hits you that you ll probably get the fuckin chair cause you lost your keys 