Ill Street Blues - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

Aw yeah  word up  word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. 
We going to swing it like this... 

I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan 
Looking like Raggedy Ann  no dough in hand kicking a can 
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in 
Because I'm dead and stinking 
Soles on my shoes winking  t shirt is shrinking 
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick 
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick 
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack 
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back 
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us 
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us 
The drove us down to the sober section 
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection 
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender 
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders 
He's coming up short cause he snorts 
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught 
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em 
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him 
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her 
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver 
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him 
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him 
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife 
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife 
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues 
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues 

Chorus: 
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x) 

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers 
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Sho