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[HOOK] Empty ya pocketbook hand over ya wallet I got financial problems your money can solve-quick I've exhausted every option for me it's all-bad Since I don't got what I want I'll take what ya'll-have It's hard to admire those folks who got-it-made I'm in an optic-haze that's why the pot-get-blazed Busy concoctin'-ways to get my pockets-paid To hell with legitimate moves that topic's-played Shots-get-sprayed due to extended frustration Facin' humiliation, plus-hatin' Fukk-waitin' negativity scarred-my-surface My mouth needs washing out disregard-the-curses And though God-and-Church-is common knowledge-to-me And I got a college-degree I need dollars-to-flee Away from harm's-mockery and this darn-poverty Armed-robbery would fit best with my charm-probably Left the bar-wobbly hopped in my car-sloppily Headed to the bank to withdraw ya'll's-property It's all-gotta-be planned out to the decimal Fukk that...I'll do it on the fly unprofessional Don't ask no-questions-hoe just fill-the-sack-up If you touch that panic button you will-be-clapped-slut This is really-bad-but I'm clean-outta-options When one idiot began to scream-out-I-shot-him Songtexte [HOOK] Now what started out as robbery is now murder-first I grabbed the teller and vowed aloud I'd hurt-her-worse Told every woman in the bank lobby invert-her-purse Taking advantage of my perks lookin' up skirts-perverse Had to pistol whip a clerk...someone nurse-the-jerk You can either leave on foot or be dispersed-in-dirt Any hearse-would-work so you encased-in transportation Agitation could mean emancipation cancellation Brooding ramifications which is including shootings Cuz I'm trying to come up like the Rodney King lootings My situation's not improving still won't-surrender-shit I got a goal...only thing is I don't-remember-it They prolly think I've masterminded some crime-syndicate And since I killed that man they won't believe I'm-innocent Now that I'm-in-this-shit I might as well profit-by-this Ya'll must meet my demands for me to end this hostage-crisis The cops-from-vice-is set up with cocked Glock-devices Plus they got-advisors from the Feds to stop-demises I know they got-surprises I see the snipers-stationed I moved the hostages into the vault for isolation Picked up the phone and told my ransom price-to-Jake-then Explainin' they have until around midnight-for-payment Or else these folk go'n be beat down like-enslavement And I'mma blast any candy ass who tries-to-save-them [HOOK] It's-critical this-criminal action is despicable But irresistible since I cannot exist-predictable Withdraw ya principle take it with me when my chopper-comes I gotta-run makin' sure my bag is stuffed with lotsa-funds Must achieve the optimum-score I'm even pickin'-up Singles I dropped-on-the-floor...heard a knock-on-the-door Now I'm cockin'-the-four pound "Is my helicopter-fueled-up?" "Is anyone there hurt?" "Yeah tell-the-doctor-two-but... They ain't leavin' until I'm out the sniper's-range And hurry with my weed and clothes I'd like-to-change" I knew the type-of-games they played...stallin'-for-that-stuff Callin'-for-back-up to put holes all-in-my-fat-butt I bust a couple shots and so now they fallin'-back-but My ammunition's limited and they started sparkin'-gats-up Those marksman's-bad-luck translated to good-fortune They missed me I licked-three more captives to-force-them To gimme mine now that my body count-is-five I doubt-that-I've got a chance to make it out-alive If I survive I'll be executed no life-imprisonment So I cocked the nine and asked for my-deliverance I tried-considerin' if my top would not-have-blew-off But now my main concern is exiting on top-the-roof-loft I shot-a-few-off flipped off the cops-and-flew-off Then disappeared in North Cack like I'm Eric Robert-Rudolph [HOOK] Aus Songtexte Mania