A Modern Day Mugging

He used to get straight A's
 Now a days, get weighed,
 Paid is the pet phrase
 Set the stage, preferably night-times
 Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes
 Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets
 In his gold teeth to eat, garsh darnit, V hold heat
 Goin' all out to the fullest, old dip
 Chrome 4 fitted, no bullets, no clip
 Black electric tape over the hole in the handle,
 If you hold it right and hit em with wit' it, they can't tell
 But still, you gotta be careful
 Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful
 V personal fav' is "please don't kill me"
 Empty out your pockets he probably won't,
 Will he?
 But if you don't hurry up, and shut up, I'll kill ya
 Now lay down count to a hundred, loud, will ya
 Wonderin' if it gleam like its greased up
 Thugs turn to icecles, hard rocks freezed up
 This could all be a distraction
 Just to buy time, to blast you
 So keep something to cut in case you has' to
 If he was on the Island, he probably rob the millionare
 And be known for wiling out, like Bob Dylan hair
 These clever war tips,
 You won't get from cats who never wore skips
 Now lets get down brass tacks
 Follow procedure and count stacks like Nasdaq
 Don't be caught snoozin'
 In the early mornin' hours after a long night of boozin'
 Stick 'em up chump you know what this is,
 Do the right thing you might live to see your kids
 All he said was, "Come on don't shoot!"
 So shook I think he shit his Shawn Juan suit
 Why you staring?
 Run your chain like a errand,
 And your girl earrings,
 And what yall wearing
 Survival Tactics for when things get too gritty,
 He feels its his duty to the people of the city
 Just so long as nobody get hurt,
 Keep your average civillian on point and alert
 And don't forget to check her D-cup,
 Now bust how he got his duck for his re-up
 Then he's back on the bricks, smoking indo,
 Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window
 Oh, one I hate the witty lurker,
 who follow y'all on the lake, dressed like city worker
 OK miss, come up off that bracelet,
 Just got your hair did? Don't make me waste it
 So go to Hades get the devil for his stash,
 But no old ladies unless your sure they carry mad cash
 Like the one from the liqour store,
 He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score,
 Before he told the whore get on the floor,
 she pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw
 Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo,
 He would've let her have it, if he had the ammo
 Its all in good fun true,
 Moral of the story son duke,
 Senior citizens bust they guns too