Scram Jones - Prince of Thieves lyrics

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Scram Jones - Prince of Thieves lyrics

[Intro] Goodnight popo Goodnight popo Goodnight fiends Goodnight fiends Goodnight hoppers Goodnight hoppers Goodnight hustlers Goodnight hustlers Goodnight scammers Goodnight scammers Goodnight to everybody Goodnight to everybody [Verse 1] Prince of thieves, catch me in the trees Four long under the sleeves covered in leaves Dark nights shooters, Rugers Black capes folded over wranglers The gold dobermans with keys Run the town cracksmiths, we clack kids, we want a ransom Or drop 'em out the most just answer Who run them n***as who run n***as Did somethin', but don't want nothin' Just don't cuff 'em, bluff 'em Pyramid mansions we give grandsons Take 'em out of space, take apes, now go plan some Yeah meet me at the end of the road Been through the globe No hoppin' in and out, this sh** is global We hood moguls with vocals n***as ride local, never been nowhere We drop n***as out in the Poconos Yeah a bunch of Rondos with condos .45 hollows, ready to slide fly to Chicago Eyes closed, money makin' Pablos who slob hoes Never, I'd rather be sittin' in Key Largo Yeah, yellin', "Bravo" with all of my hood n***as live though This how the .45 blow [Break] This is that real live extra rap calligraphy good sh**, n***a Only built for real n***as, man Real motherf**ers man [Verse 2] Godfather energy, the ghosts play Ay yo I bought one for minutes then strayed, I only drive karmas Baseball hats and diamonds Come through disgrace y'all, n***as ain't place of matrys Automatic magnets, swag beds n***as'll grab necks, break your collar bone Apply Lex should switch off and hit the globe We in the numbers with different goals While n***as b**hin', we in the Rolls just blowin' Blood slow and stay off my circumference, homie Where bosses live for real and it's lonely Everybody strivin' to feast, we in the belly of the beast Leech us, starve us, n***as wanna piece That's why I stay humble and hard Cross my path the wrong way, you dyin' and I'm flyin' in grace Swim like Phelps over beats I rhyme with the elites Who live off the land takin' your eats, n***a

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