Modern Day Mugging Songtext
von Viktor Vaughn

He used to get straight A′s
Nowadays get way paid is the pet phrase
Set the stage, preferably night times
Daylight reserved for research and writing rhymes
Thinks it's harder than the tarnish on the garnets
In his gold teeth to eat garsh darn it, behold he
Going all out to the fullest, oh dip
Chrome forfeit if no bullets, no clip
Black electric tape over the hole in the handle
If you hold it right and hit ′em with it they can't tell

But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the airful
Need personal favors, please don't kill me
Empty out your pockets and it probably won′t, will he?
But if you don′t hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya
Now lay down and count to a hundred loud, will ya?


When the nickel gleam like it′s greased up
Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freezed up
This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
So keep something to cut in case you has to
If he was on the island he'd probably rob the millionaire
And be known for wilding out like Bob Dylan here

These clever war tips
You won′t get from cats who never wore skips

Now let's get down to brass tacks
Follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ

Don′t be caught snoozing in the early morning hours
From a long night of boozing
Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is
Do the right thing, you might live to see your kids

All he said was "Come on, don't shoot"
So shook I think he shit his Sean John suit
Why you staring? Run your chain like an errand
And your girl errands, and what y′all wearing
Survival tactics for when things get too gritty
He feels it′s his duty to the people of the city
Just so long as nobody get hurt
And keep the average civilian on point and alert


And don't forget to check her D cup
Now it was how he got this duck for his re-up
Then he′s back on the bricks, smoking indo
Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window
Oh, wanna hate the witty lurker
Who follow y'all on the lake, dressed like a city worker
Okay miss, come up off that bracelet
Just got your hair did, don′t make me waste it
So go to Hades, get the devil for his stash
But no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash

Like the one from the liquor store
He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score
Before he told the whore get on the floor
She pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw
Damn yo, he lucky she barely nicked the camo
He would′ve let her have it if he had the ammo
It's all in good fun, true
Moral of the story son, dudes
Senior citizens are busting guns too

Lucky she was old, yo