Extreme Measures - Homeboy Sandman

I had the glasscutters and the mask

In a black bag in the back of the van

And plus I had the knapsack on back

Blackjack in my hand

And the black mac smack dab in my lap

This particular van been hijacked

Ransacked

And jam packed with Homeboy Sandman tracks

So I’m sticking to back roads

To keep a low pro

‘Cause po-po's is oh so close

Let’s go!

I drove slower as I approached the rear

I seen the guards was ghost

Seen the coast was clear

So I get to getting prepared

Take a sec to get in my gear

Now I’m set to get it in gear

Grabbed the records and the rest of the weapons in a matter of seconds

It’s time to teach these muthafuckas a lesson

Target’s on the 24th floor

Ain’t no problem at all

I had the big size suction cups for scaling the wall

TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT

NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?

Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!

SHEEEEEEEEIT

MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP

I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT

BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT

OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK

SHEEEEEEEEIT

HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT

Spiderman Sandman wallcrawling across, 24 floors without falling

Took the classcutter

I cut the glass like warm butter

Fast as roadrunner’s brother

Had the foam rubber runners I wore running since last summer

So when I slided inside it was entirely quiet

Wound up in the bathroom

Almost smashed into the shampoos

This shit is getting hotter than Cancun

I pulled out the blueprint

Perused it

Reviewed the routes for movement

Then I moved in

Shit was a real gas

A real task trying to squeeze my 6'5″ ass in the airshaft

Set to hatch the master plan

I zig zagged the path

Wiggled passed the rats

At long last I arrived where the asinine masterminds who design airtime reside

TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT

NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?

Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!

SHEEEEEEEEIT

MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP

I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT

BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT

OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK

SHEEEEEEEEIT

HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT

Like I was Tom Cruise

On a Mission: Impossible

Dropped out the roof

Cocked back the tool

Passed «pop» «pops» ‘round the room

«Thought I told you pop dudes not to move

Everybody strip from out of your pantaloons

I ain’t here for your valuables

I’ma lower the boom like the boys in blue

Y’all gon be the Amadu’s

I’ma do what I gots to do»

I scattered the Boy Sand selections

Mp3s, CDs, cassettes and

«I want every record in this collection

On every radio getting reception

In every neck of the woods

And neighborhoods in every direction

To make it plain you paying attention»

I grabbed the chick on the left and put one in her leg

Pop!

Rubbed the mac on the back of her neck and said.

.

TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT

NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?

Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!

SHEEEEEEEEIT

MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP

I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT

BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT

OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK

SHEEEEEEEEIT

HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT