(feat. Master Thiefsie G and the Keepa Krew)
(*sung to the tune of Gangster's Paradise, by Coolio*)
I take a look at my job
And realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been killin' and stealin' so long
That even ol' Cutty thinks that my mind has gone
But I ain't never stole a dime cuz I didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a thief, you know that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you with those Hammers might be lined in chalk
As they croak, I see my bitter humor's been provoked,
Fool, I'm the kinda G that pocket pickers wanna be like
In the shadows of the night
Stayin' out of the the street lights
Living in a Burgler's Paradise (2)
Living in a Burgler's paradise (2)
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the fold
So I gotta be down with the Keepers
All these friggin' glyph warnings, take away control
I'm a pessimistic sneak with money on my mind
Got my bow in my hand and a mechanical eye
I'm a Keeper cast-out, back-stabbing taffer
And there's shadows around so don't make me hafta
Fool, death ain't nothing but a foot step away
I'm living life snatch or run-a, what can I say?
I'm thirty-three now, but will I ever live to see thirty-four
The way this guy's playin' I don't know.
All the doors They make, I still have the key
Mission after mission, duty after duty
Everybody's guarding, but half of them ain't lookin'
I'm sneakin' in through the cistern
Another treasure tooken
They say I gotta learn
But nobody needs to lead me
If they can go and steal it, why do they need me?
I guess they do
Or they'd be through, I guess they're taffed
That's why I know my career's in luck, fool!
(rpt 1, 2, 2)
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