| I had the glasscutters and the mask
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| In a black bag in the back of the van
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| And plus I had the knapsack on back
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| Blackjack in my hand
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| And the black mac smack dab in my lap
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| This particular van been hijacked
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| Ransacked
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| And jam packed with Homeboy Sandman tracks
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| So I’m sticking to back roads
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| To keep a low pro
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| ‘Cause po-po's is oh so close
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| Let’s go!
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| I drove slower as I approached the rear
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| I seen the guards was ghost
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| Seen the coast was clear
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| So I get to getting prepared
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| Take a sec to get in my gear
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| Now I’m set to get it in gear
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| Grabbed the records and the rest of the weapons in a matter of seconds
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| It’s time to teach these muthafuckas a lesson
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| Target’s on the 24th floor
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| Ain’t no problem at all
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| I had the big size suction cups for scaling the wall
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| TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
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| NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
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| Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP
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| I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
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| BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
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| OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT
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| Spiderman Sandman wallcrawling across, 24 floors without falling
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| Took the classcutter
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| I cut the glass like warm butter
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| Fast as roadrunner’s brother
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| Had the foam rubber runners I wore running since last summer
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| So when I slided inside it was entirely quiet
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| Wound up in the bathroom
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| Almost smashed into the shampoos
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| This shit is getting hotter than Cancun
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| I pulled out the blueprint
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| Perused it
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| Reviewed the routes for movement
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| Then I moved in
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| Shit was a real gas
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| A real task trying to squeeze my 6'5″ ass in the airshaft
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| Set to hatch the master plan
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| I zig zagged the path
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| Wiggled passed the rats
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| At long last I arrived where the asinine masterminds who design airtime reside
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| TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
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| NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
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| Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP
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| I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
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| BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
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| OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT
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| Like I was Tom Cruise
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| On a Mission: Impossible
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| Dropped out the roof
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| Cocked back the tool
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| Passed «pop» «pops» ‘round the room
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| «Thought I told you pop dudes not to move
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| Everybody strip from out of your pantaloons
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| I ain’t here for your valuables
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| I’ma lower the boom like the boys in blue
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| Y’all gon be the Amadu’s
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| I’ma do what I gots to do»
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| I scattered the Boy Sand selections
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| Mp3s, CDs, cassettes and
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| «I want every record in this collection
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| On every radio getting reception
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| In every neck of the woods
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| And neighborhoods in every direction
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| To make it plain you paying attention»
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| I grabbed the chick on the left and put one in her leg
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| Pop!
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| Rubbed the mac on the back of her neck and said. |
| .
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| TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
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| NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
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| Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP
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| I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
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| BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
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| OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
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| SHEEEEEEEEIT
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| HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Extreme Measures , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Nourishment (Second Helpings), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп