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[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

[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 shit 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]

[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 motherfucker
You couldn't tame this motherfucker
Yeah I blame this motherfucker
Drain this motherfucker
He crossed the line
All this talk and we had to find him all this time
[Verse 5: Your Old Droog]

[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 shit, I'm hearing the whore
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 bitch scheming
I said "bitch if you don't tell us where the fuck 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 fucking 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]

[Verse 8: Wiki]
Kept chasing even though Droog got a limp
I woulda stopped but I almost got this dude in my grip
Tackled the bastard
Put him on [?]
Droog caught back up, tell him what he gon' get
[Verse 9: Your Old Droog & Wiki]
...
You get me?
...
... turn deadly (it's real)
...
Got him in his yard
... by the West Side Highway
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Looking like the New York version of Friday
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Since I can't squeeze
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Then we breeze
The vigilantes