| It started in '91, my partner and I would come
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| To the store empty-handed and part with about a ton
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| Of merch, we’d see how much it was worth
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| All the expensive shit got stuffed in my shirt
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| Hustle and work, we’d steal 'til our muscles would hurt
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| And we really didn’t care if we got rushed by the clerk
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| See, in the 100-yard dash, no-one came close to me
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| Not even if their jeans were full of groceries
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| Took the good shit, didn’t fuck with the rest
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| Left stores with TV’s tucked in my vest
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| And even though I might not boost as much
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| It’ll be a cold day in hell before I lose the touch
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| Promoe:
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| Compared to me you’re like a little baby, I
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| Stole my first marker back in '85
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| When I wrote graffiti and it made me live
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| And just go into the stores and raise the aisle
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| Now I know my mother wondered how she raised her child
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| Gave me a bunch of rules and made me stay inside
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| Nothing seemed to work, I guess I’m just a shady type
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| Criminal to the bone marrow, hate to buy
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| The originator while you plagarize
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| And I’m not just doing this to save a dime
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| And not cause it’s too hot to stand in line
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| To me, it’s not a atrend, it’s a way of life!
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| It’s the supermarket sweep, It’s all got to go
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| Join the fun, cut your costs, save a whole lot of dough
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| They may have eyes, but they won’t spot a pro
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| They got Chords & Promoe in the store on the low
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| Chords & Promoe:
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| Those were the days, now we’re off to bigger and better things
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| Candybars don’t fill the belly of seasoned veterans
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| We got to plan this like Ocean’s Eleven
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| Alright, I know the spot but it’s closing at 7
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| According to the brethren, the place is a dead end
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| So if we hit it right, it’ll make us a legend
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| If we figure out how to get over the big toys
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| Shit, I got a duffel bag and it’s coated with tin foil
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| That’s great, but what about the security cams?
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| Don’t worry about them, they won’t ruin the plan
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| And the guards? |
| Won’t expect it
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| The alarm? |
| Disconnected
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| All we really got to do is stay calm and collected
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| In and out, poof! |
| Gone in a second
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| The damn guard isn’t even armed with a weapon
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| Step on the brake, pull over the car and park it
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| We’re here man, we reached the target
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| Chords & Promoe:
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| We came in the door, done it before
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| Never let the laws patronize us no more
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| It’s time to settle the score with this dirty business
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| Let the customers here be the first to witness
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| The looting of a lifetime right in front of their eyes
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| Let’s take this shoppin cart to the ruggedest ride
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| And leave the manager standing there, wondering «Why?»
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| We left this baby like a motherless child
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| And we don’t even hide the shit
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| I walk by the register with an entire fridge
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| Look the store detective in the eye and spit
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| Tell him we know where he lives if he tries to snitch
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| And tell him mind his biz, I’m coming back for more shit
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| Moving caseloads out the front with a forklift
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| Chords in the back, Promoe lead the way
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| No, miss, I’m fine thanks, nothing for me today
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| Chords & Promoe:
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| Roll in the trolleys and the wheelbarrows
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| We don’t give a fuck if the aisles real narrow
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| Stealing everything, including kitchen sinks
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| And if we get caught we won’t admit a thing
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| We just roll in the trolleys and the wheelbarrows
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| We don’t give a fuck if the aisles real narrow
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| Stealing everything, including kitchen sinks
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| And we don’t give a fuck what you bitches think
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| It’s the supermarket sweep, it’s all got to go
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| It’s fun, it’s cheap, save a whole lot of dough
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| They might se but they won’t spot a pro
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| The way we creep, ain’t no way you can know |