When he said please

When he said please, he was bleeding from the cheek

Knees weak, he pleads, "Please, i have a family to feed"

A gloved hand waited, but enough damn patience

Tough for the man, brains sprayed on the pavement

Plastic cards with asterisk marks, now he runs past the park

Not too fast, they'll catch your ass if you do not act the part

Slow down, wait a minute, catch your breath and try to save it

Make it to the finish, and I promise there will be a payment

Run the streets, numb your feet, feel your heart thundering

It's fun to me: plundering. Dude, give the gun to me

I think I hear sirens, hold up...silence

No I'm not lyin' it, dawg, I ain't buyin' it

Why you gotta be like that? Bro, I think you're seein' crap

Look at me, see this Gat I swear that imma beat your ass

Oh *bleep* move your feet, there's a person in that Jeep

Please keep your peace, cuz it ain't gonna worry me

I told you it's alright, he don't even dare to look

He's probl'y feelin' shook and he's prob'ly scared of crooks

But what if he's a cop and he's waiting just to snatch us

Yeah, if he tries, he's just gonna have to catch us

Here, we better move, dude, hand over the loot

We gotta change our route, and we gotta do it soon

My Timberlands are shakin' and my head has started achin'

Yo we gotta hide, I don't think I'm gonna make it

Do it if you need to, you know I'm gonna leave you

Quick get on your knees, dude, i think that lady sees you

Where, I don't see her, man I need all of the info

The light up in the window, we better start to tiptoe

Hide behind the Prius, I hope she doesn't see us

She better hold her tongue or they'll find her hangin' feet up

I'm certain that she's gone, so we're sprintin' for the lawn

She got the curtains drawn, be easy G, word is bond

Don't even try to play me, man, you know I ain't no baby

Be lazy with your crazy, and then maybe we can swayze

Stop it's the cops, grab the Glock, make 'em drop

I ain't gettin' caught, i'm poppin shots off the block

Finger bucking wild, like Roy Rogers' ride

I know what it's like to have a trigger at my side

We creep through the alley, death's shadowed valley

There's a man on the ground, listen to him shouting

I think i'm gonna cry man, i don't wanna die, damn

Stop the whine, man, and get hype like i am

The death is for the best, my shots tore into his chest

I sure ain't gonna stress, he knows he shoulda worn a vest

Anyways let's go and make the most of our dough

I ain't gonna go cuz i know i've seen a ghost

I think I know a way to put an end to your dread

He raised the forty five, shot his friend in the head

This cash must be fat, there's enough loot for three

Now there's only one, that's enough loot for me

Two souls in eternity, for nothing more than currency

Likely in the furnace heat, suffering eternally

Greed is a problem, and cash never solves it

Two cold bodies for a black leather wallet

A gift card for steak, but not worth saving

Two men in the grave and he doomed them for a craving

He continued in his search but the only cash he found

Was a pair of George Washington's staring him down