| I gotta say peace to the thieves
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| Lookin' over their shoulders when they’re walkin' down the street
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| We’ve got to even out the world’s economy (how we do that)
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| With a little bit of larceny
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| Push up five fingers in the air if you’re down with five finger discount
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| Hold up Embee let me just count, one, two, three, four plus some more
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| Thieves down we’re running from the man-made law
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| If laws make man then I’m not human
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| Run over animal beat-boxes
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| Big up people sleepin in boxes in the concrete jungle
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| To get my shit in a bundle
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| No time to make mistakes no time to fumble
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| You gotta plan your racking-mission with precision
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| Recognition is no good in this business
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| Listen, equipment depends on what the situation requires
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| You gotta be able to shoplift in any attire
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| My personal favourite though is my specially designed jacket
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| With two big pockets on the inside
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| Summertime means bad business for petty crimes
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| Might only wear a t-shirt still have to rack in your waistline
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| This great rhyme you heard through the grape-vine
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| If they’re askin you for names don’t you dare to say mine
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| Say word, I hear ads tellin me to join the retail-revolution
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| Fuck that I stick to boastin
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| All my way out to Dj Erase in Fittja, listen in da sizzla
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| Telling the store-owner to tell it some more
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| Youth man-hungry time to settle the score, that’s why
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| Time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes
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| You can catch me in the store rackin' up
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| I’m just tryin' to live and get my cut
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| It all started with spraycans defacing the community
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| A can is ten or fifteen bucks they wanna ruin me If somebody sues me after this song I’ll laugh
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| You ain’t got shit on my ass, not even half
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| To steal, you gotta have nerves of cold steel
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| Gotta know when to move, gotta know when to hold still
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| You know chill wait for the right moment
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| Gotta learn to separate the cool ones from the informants
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| With the store-owners you don’t want eye contact
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| In the worst case you might have to put the stuff back
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| Fuck that, it’s kind of rough to rack
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| But Ima keep use of my hands 'til they cuff them back
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| Stop my shirt in my pants and strap the belt tight
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| Big coat on top of that fill my back with all I might
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| Hopefully I’m alright no alarms I beg
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| If everything else fails I got a good pair of legs
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| You heard that in spraycan stories but here’s another one
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| Nothing spectacular, a daily operation
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| We went inside the store, rather big mall
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| Rolls of films, batteries, spray-cans I took it all
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| Headin' for the exit but something wasn’t right
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| So I turned to my man and was like:
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| Let’s drop this shit, it ain’t worth the risk
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| What do you know they called the coppers that later came to frisk
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| Us, but now we had nothing on us They press charges but they got nothing on us Still, shit like this might make me a bit shaky
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| But at the end of the day
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| And go shoplifting (x4)
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| (time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes)
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| (you can catch me in the store rackin up)
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| (I'm just tryin to live and get my cut)
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| One more story I don’t hesitate to glorify
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| Rule number one: you gotta learn how to lie
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| Deny everything cause the best evidence
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| Actually comes from your own statements so Stick to friends with the same mind frame
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| Or they might rat you out and you take the whole blame
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| Like me, got busted when I was just a minor
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| Two cases of liquor the kids I rolled with was vagina
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| They dropped the dime and I had no experience
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| Cried after the hearing though they had no evidence
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| But ever since that only once I got caught
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| Running from cops instead of playing sports
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| That ain’t something I’m proud of that’s just something I do
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| I don’t really have to justify my actions to you
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| But go ahead cast the first stone
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| Then when your glasshouse has shattered leave me alone
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| But check it, I take from the rich give to myself
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| To me it’s property, that’s the greatest theft
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| Cause I don’t rack up and stack up in a big warehouse
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| Trying to make a profit sellin' it out
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| I just take what I need to make it through the week
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| But it don’t matter what I say so I won’t speak no more
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| Trying to convince you of my innocence
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| I’ll just stick to being a thief
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| Forgive my sins |