Your Old Droog - Vigilantes lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] It's nighttime I can't sleep, my droog's begging me to fight crime Plus he got a source that dropped a dime So I'm tracking his ways Like a cold six-pack of brews you know we cracking the case [Verse 2: Wiki] I'm on it He want it And my wallet got a piece of paper say The address he stay Tip-toe up the stairs Of where he lived Kicked in the crib Looked like he dipped Hand on my chin This dude gotta pay for the sh** that he did So I'm racking my brain, heard he got a chick that live All the way uptown so we hop right back on the train [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] In the last car Headed somewhere past [?] Stop is 207, where Dominicans roam Got us on the A late night holding a chrome Not going home till we pop one in his dome Type of disrespect, can't go to police Besides that it would violate the code of the streets Playing vigilante and detective (but what he do?) I'mma let my partner give you some perspective [Verse 4: Wiki] Heard the creep slashed homie's sister in the cheek [?] with a piece That ain't the half He be taking cash From the mans been collecting them cans It's a brainless motherf**er You couldn't tame this motherf**er Yeah I blame this motherf**er Drain this motherf**er He crossed the line All this talk and we had to find him all this time [Verse 5: Your Old Droog] Tunnel sounding like ghost screams Lights flicker - on duty but with no blue suits Nightstick, handcuffs, a corny badge just to make us feel tough This your dogs, take a bite out of crime like McGruff Stuff we seen is too much for Lisa Evers My man fell out after eating his burrito breakfast Once a goon tried to go in his pockets with no [?] On some Charles Bronson sh**, he must got a d**h wish My man stepped to him like "what you doin'?" 'Fore he heard the rest, pulled out popped 2 in his chest Doors opened and we had to run out (yo!) Wik' looked and me and said... Gotta get this scum 'fore the sun comes out 125th looking real drab We hopped in a cab 'Noid as hell, hoping we don't get nabbed Ready for arrest evasion Around 3:05 we arrived at our destination [Verse 6: Wiki] Walk in the building, elevator to the 4th floor Wonder what we in store for Knock, knock - I got my ear to the door (shhhhh) No sh**, I'm hearing the who*e She screaming He's either beating this chick up or heeming Kick in the door, run in the room, but we ain't see him Just this b**h scheming I said "b**h if you don't tell us where the f** he is we ain't leaving" I'm losing patience, been chasing this creep all evening Wait - heard someone breathing Turn my head and he creeping Right out the front door, but he clocked that we peeped him So we running now, we jumping down Three flights of steps tryna get to this f**ing clown All night he got hunted down But once we got outside you could tell more of them was coming 'round [Verse 7: Your Old Droog] And in a second it'd be flooded with neighbors Seen habibi throwing out yesterday's papers Couple more of the commuters was on route But Wiki had the blicky - you know my son was gon' shoot Firing bullets like Kirk Warner The jerk turned the corner Pulled some Marshall Faulk sh** and did a spin Ran after him then That's when my man dropped his gat And it ricocheted caught me in the shin [Verse 9: Wiki] Cat chasing even though Droog got a limp I woulda stopped but I almost got this dude in my grip Tackled the ba*tard Put him on [?] Droog caught back up, tell him what he gon' get [Verse 9: Your Old Droog, Wiki] Gon' get this machete You get me? Situation 'bout to turn deadly (it's real) Feel like he just ran a 5k Got him in his yard Overlooked by the West Side Highway Backed him down in the driveway Looking like the New York version of Friday Decapitated the prick Since I can't squeeze Stuck his head on a lamp Then we breeze The vigilantes