"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash, robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista, he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath, Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?, Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun, He went outside but there was cops all over,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
before long the lil' boy got surrounded, He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story, He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream.

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