Hook I gotta say peace to the thieves Lookin' over their shoulders when they're walkin' down the street We've got to even out the world's economy (how we do that) With a little bit of larceny
Verse 1 Push up five fingers in the air if you're down with five finger discount Hold up Embee let me just count, one, two, three, four plus some more Thieves down we're running from the man-made law If laws make man then I'm not human Run over animal beat-boxes Big up people sleepin in boxes in the concrete jungle To get my shit in a bundle No time to make mistakes no time to fumble You gotta plan your racking-mission with precision Recognition is no good in this business Listen, equipment depends on what the situation requires You gotta be able to shoplift in any attire My personal favourite though is my specially designed jacket With two big pockets on the inside Summertime means bad business for petty crimes Might only wear a t-shirt still have to rack in your waistline This great rhyme you heard through the grape-vine If they're askin you for names don't you dare to say mine Say word, I hear ads tellin me to join the retail-revolution Fuck that I stick to boastin All my way out to Dj Erase in Fittja, listen in da sizzla Telling the store-owner to tell it some more Youth man-hungry time to settle the score, that's why
Hook
Time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes You can catch me in the store rackin' up I'm just tryin' to live and get my cut
Verse 2 It all started with spraycans defacing the community A can is ten or fifteen bucks they wanna ruin me If somebody sues me after this song I'll laugh You ain't got shit on my ass, not even half To steal, you gotta have nerves of cold steel Gotta know when to move, gotta know when to hold still You know chill wait for the right moment Gotta learn to separate the cool ones from the informants With the store-owners you don't want eye contact In the worst case you might have to put the stuff back Fuck that, it's kind of rough to rack But Ima keep use of my hands 'til they cuff them back Stop my shirt in my pants and strap the belt tight Big coat on top of that fill my back with all I might Hopefully I'm alright no alarms I beg If everything else fails I got a good pair of legs You heard that in spraycan stories but here's another one Nothing spectacular, a daily operation We went inside the store, rather big mall Rolls of films, batteries, spray-cans I took it all Headin' for the exit but something wasn't right So I turned to my man and was like: Let's drop this shit, it ain't worth the risk What do you know they called the coppers that later came to frisk 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 But at the end of the day
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And go shoplifting
time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes you can catch me in the store rackin up I'm just tryin to live and get my cut
Verse 3 One more story I don't hesitate to glorify Rule number one: you gotta learn how to lie Deny everything cause the best evidence Actually comes from your own statements so Stick to friends with the same mind frame Or they might rat you out and you take the whole blame Like me, got busted when I was just a minor Two cases of liquor the kids I rolled with was vagina They dropped the dime and I had no experience Cried after the hearing though they had no evidence But ever since that only once I got caught Running from cops instead of playing sports That ain't something I'm proud of that's just something I do I don't really have to justify my actions to you But go ahead cast the first stone Then when your glasshouse has shattered leave me al