Homeboy Sandman - Extreme measures lyrics

[Verse 1:Homeboy Sandman] I had the gla**cutters 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 muthaf**as 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 sh*t NOW Y'ALL TRYNA PLAY MY sh*t? Y'ALL MUTHAfu*kAS GON PLAY MY sh*t! SHEEEEEEEEIT MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS sh*t BUT EITHER Y'ALL OBEY THIS sh*t OR I'MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK SHEEEEEEEEIT HOMEY DON'T PLAY THAT sh*t [Verse 2:Homeboy Sandman] Spiderman Sandman wallcrawling across, 24 floors without falling Took the cla**cutter I cut the gla** like warm bu*ter 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 sh** is getting hotter than Cancun I pulled out the blueprint Perused it Reviewed the routes for movement Then I moved in sh** was a real gas A real task trying to squeeze my 6'5” a** in the airshaft Set to hatch the master plan I zig zagged the path Wiggled pa**ed the rats At long last I arrived where the asinine masterminds who design airtime reside TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY sh*t NOW Y'ALL TRYNA PLAY MY sh*t? Y'ALL MUTHAfu*kAS GON PLAY MY sh*t! SHEEEEEEEEIT MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS sh*t BUT EITHER Y'ALL OBEY THIS sh*t OR I'MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK SHEEEEEEEEIT HOMEY DON'T PLAY THAT sh*t [Verse 3:Homeboy Sandman] Like I was Tom Cruise On a Mission: Impossible Dropped out the roof co*ked back the tool Pa**ed “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, ca**ettes 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 sh*t NOW Y'ALL TRYNA PLAY MY sh*t? Y'ALL MUTHAfu*kAS GON PLAY MY sh*t! SHEEEEEEEEIT MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS sh*t BUT EITHER Y'ALL OBEY THIS sh*t OR I'MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK SHEEEEEEEEIT HOMEY DON'T PLAY THAT sh*t