Keys - Soul Position

You roll with a bunch of grimey street cats known for packin gats and livin in

dirt

They claim they got your backside, but the reality is that they’re quick to

desert

Your money ain’t right, and that’s only half the reason your feelings is hurt

You got robbed last night and found out one of your own cats is stealin your

work

And now you wanna kill this jerk, put him in an ambulance quick with a nurse

Your picturin his body stiff sittin six feet deep layin cold in a hurse

You want it so bad that you can taste it, and the anticipation is only makin it

worse

So you decide to follow him around, you see him in the night club trickin on

skirts

You got a dollar to your name and at least 30 more days until the first

So while you’re in the VIP spittin game you order a long island to quench your

thirst

Sit back take two sips, relaxed behind two chicks

Mad cause you gotta listen to these broads talk about every Tom, Dick,

and Harry with their loose lips

You only here for one thing thinkin 'bout the pay back, waitin for this fool to

dip

It’s funny how things change, this is the same cat that you went to high school

with

Disrespectin you makin you flip, robbin you while he owin you grip

And you can’t believe this cat had the nerve to try to sell it back to you on

some brand new shit

You convinced he ain’t got no sense and he did what he did just to see you flip

Now you posted in a night club with a nine milli and two clips

Payin attention to the people that he talks to, especially the chick you see

him foolin with

But not really givin a fuck if this chicken head got a family and two kids

You see 'em leave together, so you tail him to the parking lot to his new whip

Then you whistle to get his attention thinkin to yourself this motherfucker’s

stupid

Didn’t know what hit him till the first few clips, gun clappin off and on to

the music

The gun plays a murderous metronome, welcome to the terrordome

He got caught while he was headin home, never thought for a second you’d ever

catch him alone

And now he’s wonderin why he ever robbed you layin on the concrete with lead in

his dome

You standin there shakin like a little child with your hands on the chrome

And everything is for the takin so you snatch his wallet and yank off his hairy

bone

You look around and hide the gun, see somebody callin 9−1-1 on a cell phone

But you still got time to run, make a clean gettaway, and pray the truth will

never be known

So you bail into the shadows and make sure that your face is hard to see

But the chick that he was with in the club saw the whole thing and starts to

scream

Your only thought is to flee, so you bail into the parking lot and head across

the street

You get inside the ride, look in your pockets so you can start the jeep

And then it hits you that in the middle of this robbery and homicide you lost

your keys

And then it hits you that you’ll probably get the fuckin chair cause you lost

your keys