The Robbery - Blu, OH No, Blu, Oh No

The first thing’s first, nigga, where you from?

You must be dumb, pullin' up dipped in the slums

The crackheads see you and report it for a rock

So break yourself quick or a shot from the Glock

Will rip through your knot, have you leakin' red snot

I promise you, blood, you won’t make it off the block

So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels

Not the rap group, nah, I mean chains and shoes

You shoulda watched for the clues

Like, who the fuck ever finds a bitch by the pool

And actin' all cool deep up in the hood, you’s a god damn fool

And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat, too

See these tattoos?

This is Avenues

Nigga, lemme see your eyes when I’m talkin' to you

This is Piru’s finest, set you up with the hynas

Not to mention, nigga, she’s a motherfuckin' minor

You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real

So lemme get that backpack and belt made of eel

I rabbit-ear pockets, the Bugs Bunny money marauder

'Cause I’m jackin' you smarter and not harder

This is somebody’s daughter, bro, you must be sick

I shoulda shot you in the dick you little stupid-ass trick

Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I’ma blast

If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass

They got guns to my head, I think it’s goin' down

I can’t believe this happened in my own town

They took my crown, even took my jewels

Took me down, one shot, even took my shoes

Took my wallet, nigga, even took my sock stash

Grabbed my money clip, the phone that I had

I said, «Wow, I can’t believe I forgot the TEC»

Looked back at the homie, said, «Damn, what’s next?»

Ante up, yop that fool

For the off-white J-1s and big bright jewels

Stakin' out your stu' with the goons

Waitin' on a false move then we empty the room

From the two-inch tapes to the crates

We ransack it all, get the loot out the safe

And we know about the stash in the floorboard

Jackhammer that up and hand over the Warhol

And them collectibles, too, hold up

I advise you not to reach or you’ll be vegetable stew

It’s an inside job thanks to Oh No

We got photos, you game goofy, bro-bro

No «Mask Off», I see the future

If you follow my instructions, my shooters won’t shoot you

Cut the phone line with needle-nose pliers

Oh shit, I think I hit the tripwire