Robbin' (Freestyle)

Late night cruisin around while my brain is fucked
the rain's showin no luck i see a dude lookin stuck
going up his stairs and i can tell hes not prepared
and he drops the keys to his lair and i just stare
seein how drunk he is and around theres no kids
is this how i live and i dont care if i gotta do a bid
i ask myself gettin out da car with the crowbar
walk up on the dude and hit him slow but hard
now he out cold so bold i take the keys with ease
oh please i say as i slowly unlock the door
aint no one home,"yes", i copped the floor
now im lookin for jewels man im cookin this fool
this dude is gettin a lesson like i took him to skool
now im climbin up the stairs and i dont have a care
and i see a safe and dont kno the code but ima crack this bitch
it opens easily as i quickly smack the switch
but nothin's it in except alarms so ima be runnin' again
i take out two nines and im gunnin to win
the cops arrive quicker than a change at a pit stop
creatin much suspense that you should call me Hitchcock
then begins the countdown i mount the table and fire rounds
with that dire sound swat comes in and cries "ur found"
i down the first three thru the door like a professional
i burst free and give 'em more 'hearin' like a 'congressional'
as i stumble down the stairs cockin my guns
im at the bottom and they stop my run sayin its ova son
i got too many situations now and i'll never solve 'em
so they put bullets in me like Jay Z in 99 Problems