Been a couple months since the double cross
And I haven't taken another job
Time off, everybody needs time
But time is money, I got a dime for a dime
Named Stacy, but Ten G's burns fast
Hotel living, fine dining burns cash
It don't last, so it's back to the pavement
Ears to the streets, back to the basics
No job lined up, no leads
Walk through the west side, see where it leads
This is where all the drug dealers slang
Unsophisticated plot, kick the door, go bang
But first I need a mark
Find a couple dope heads, good place to start
I know soon they'll need more
Follow from a distance, watch where they score
Post up, observe for the night
Robbery is best served without a fight
Watch for signs, at 4 A.M. the lights go out
Grab the 9 from my belt, it's about to go down
Kick the door, bust in yelling hands up
Knocked to the floor, feel myself getting handcuffed
Across the room I see Stacy's boss stand up
I guess we never know where we'll land up