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I Gotta say piece to the thieves
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looking over their shoulders when they're walkin down the street
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we've got to even out the worlds economy (How we do that!?)
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with a little bit of larceny.
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Push up five fingers in the air if you're down with five finger discount,
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hold up Embee let me just count, one, two, three, four... plus some more,
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thieves down we're running from the man-made law,
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if laws make man then I'm not human, run over animal beat-boxes,
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big up people sleepin in boxes in the concrete jungle, to get my shit in a bundle,
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no time to make mistakes no time to fumble,
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you gotta plan your racking-mission with precision
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recognition is no good in this bussiness,
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listen, equipment depends on what the situation requires
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you gotta be able to shoplift any time
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my personal favourite though is my specially designed jacket,
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with two big pockets on the inside, summertime means bad bussiness for petty crimes,
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might only wear a t-shirt still have to rack in your waistline,
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this great rhyme you heard from the great vine
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if they're askin you for names don't you dare to say mine,
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say word, I hear ads tellin me to join the retail-revolution, fuck that I stick to boastin,
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all my way out to Dj Erase in Fittja, listen in da sizzla, ?tellin store-owner to tell it some more?,
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youth man-hungry time to settle the score, that's why...
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Chorus
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(time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes) from Promoes "Spraycan stories"
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(you can catch me in the store rackin up) from Promoes "Poor lonesome homeboy"
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(I'm just tryin to live and get my cut) From ??
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It all started with spraycans to facin the community
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again it's in the fifteen bucks they wanna ruin me
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if somebody sues me after this song I'll laugh
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you ain't got shit on my ass, not even half
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to steal, you gotta have nerves of cold steel
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gotta know when to move gotta know when to hold still
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you know chill wait for the right moment
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gotta learn to separate the cool ones from the informants
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with the store-owners you don't want our contact
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in the worst case you might have to put the stuff back
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fuck that, it's kind of rough to rack
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but im'a keep use of my hands 'til they cuff them back
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stop my shirt in my pants and strap the belt tight
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big coat on top of that fill my back with all I might
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hopefully I'm alright no alarms I beg
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if everything else fails I got a good pair of legs
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you heard, that is spraycan stories but here's another one
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nothin spectacular, a daily operation
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we went inside the store, rather big mall
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??rosefims??, batteries, spraycans I took it all
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headin' for the exit but somethin wasn't right
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so I turned to my man he was like:
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Let's drop this shit, it ain't worth the risk
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what do you know they called the coppers that later came to frisk
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us but now we had nothin on us
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they press charges but they got nothin on us
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still, shit like this might make me a bit shaky
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but at the end of the day I gotta say peace
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Chorus
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(and go shoplifting x4)
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(time to dress up in our best rackin-clothes)
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(you can catch me in the store rackin up)
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(I'm just tryin to live and get my cut)
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one more story I don't hesitate to glorify
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rule number one you gotta learn how to lie
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deny everything 'cause the best evidence
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ctually comes from your own statements so,
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stick to friends with the same mindframe
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or they might rat you out and you take the whole blame
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like me, got busted when I was just a minor
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two cases of liquor the kids I rolled with was vagina
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they dropped the dime and I had no experience
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cried after the hearing though they had no evidence
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but ever since that only once I got caught
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running from cops instead of playing sports
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that ain't aomething I'm proud of that's just somehting I do
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I don't really have to justify my actions to you
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but go ahead cast the first stone
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then when your glasshouse has shattered leave me alone
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but check it, I take from the rich give to myself
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to me it's property that's the greatest theft
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'cause I don't rack up and stack up in a big warehouse
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tryin to make a profit sellin in out
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I just take what I need to make it through the week
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but it don't matter what I say so I won't speak nomore,
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tryin to convince you of my innosence
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I'll just stick to being a theif.. forgive my sins
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Chorus x2
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Thief
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