Thieves in Da Nite (Heist)

[Verse 1]<br>Uses to stalk like a hawk pon the sidewalk looking for my prey<br>Sometimes I hit the subway, schemin to catch a jackpot<br>Shit is hot too many cops, I think I`ll run up in a crack spot<br>I start on my mission and yo I`m scrambling<br>Approach a group of shorties who were gambling<br>I play it off and ask one of them a question<br>Yo shorty I`m lost, yo help me out with some directions<br>He stated kicking it and something kept shining<br>I looked at his hand it was a ring full of diamonds<br>Evil was my level of thinking<br>Get all I can get and leave my victims dead and stinking<br>I drew the guns from the holsters on my sides<br>This is a stickup, don`t make it a fucking homicide<br>Give me the cash quick fast or my nine`ll blast<br>They gave it up and did the 100 yard dash<br>I left shorty on the ground face down<br>Shitting and pissing and under pressure from the 3 pound<br>I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass<br>Robbed him blind and left his head all gashed<br><br>Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies<br>Committing armed robberies<br>Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!<br><br>[Chorus: Killah Priest]<br>The shootouts over dice<br>The sirens and the lights<br>The late night heist<br>The thieves in da nite<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Continued on my mission, I went to the corner to the phone booth<br>And called preme and the troops<br>I told preme the plan and what to carry<br>Cause where we going tonight yo it`s kinda scary<br>I told him bring grenades and extra drivers<br>To pull this shit off right, we can`t leave survivors<br>We reached the scene of the crime got on the job<br>Dressed to rob was the motherfucking mad mob<br>We left the driver with the engine running<br>Ran up in the building, on our way to make a killing<br>Reached the floor, I rang the bell on the door<br>Cocked the .44 ready to bring them brothers war<br>I rang the bell once more a brother opened the door<br>Bup! bup!, we put his brains on the floor<br>We ran up in the spot letting off mad shots, until the last brother dropped<br>And when he dropped, I realized it was Klein<br>I said to myself, yeah this nigga ass is mine<br>Slapped him with the magnum, knocked him out dragged him<br>Tied him to a motherfucking chair and I gagged him<br>Torture motherfuckers, preme you know how we do<br>Cut off all his fingers and then drugged him with a needle<br>When he recuperated then he cooperated<br>He started singing where his drugs were being operated<br>Buck to the chest, bang to the head<br>Preme shot him in the ear to make sure he`s dead<br>The next thing on my mind yo it was leaving<br>But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathing<br>We dragged Klein down the fire escape<br>Stripped him of his gun, then we grabbed the safe<br>With help from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster<br>We bagged him in a body bag and dumped him in a dumpster<br>Left his ass in the garbage all smothered<br>Threw a grenade in the window and ran for cover<br>We saw a witness on our way out the gutter<br>My little cousin pump slit his throat with a box cutter<br>While he was laying there gagging, I put the tool to his head<br>And blew that shit up with lead<br>Emptied the clip in my nine out<br>Jumped in the bema with the safe, then we headed to the hideout<br>I was thinking bout that fucking catastrophe<br>We left at least 10 or more casualties<br>Splattered around but naked<br>The only means of identity was their motherfucking dental records<br><br>Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies<br>Committing armed robberies<br>Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3: Lil` Dap]<br>Yo I walk down the block, gun shots follow the block<br>Mom dukes is a maid, I think this shit is a raid - check it out<br>I`m living this low-budget violent lifetime<br>Watch me break it down, start to kill these rhymes<br>Lifting pockets was a sport just to get respect<br>Little nigga little brother watch shorty with the tec<br>Snatching weight across the land to kill the wicked man<br>No one could hold me down, no one can even stop me<br>Weight taped to my leg ready to see poppi<br>Walking through the doors and I`m scared to death<br>Trigger finger`s on my right incase they tried to flex<br>Seeing weight, cream and dream niggaz they start to skeem<br>What`s life after this, should we break shit down<br>Let these brothers know around town that we do get down<br>East New York style, hold me back one time<br>Busting shots in the air, cause the world was mines<br>Check it out...<br><br>Committing armed robberies, we be committing armed robberies<br>Committing armed robberies<br>Trying our best to live phat - fuck poverty!!!!!!<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X