[Verse 1:Homeboy Sandman]
I had the glasscutters and the mask
In a black bag in the back of the van
And plus I had the knapsack on back
Blackjack in my hand
And the black mac smack dab in my lap
This particular van been hijacked
Ransacked
And jam packed with Homeboy Sandman tracks
So I’m sticking to back roads
To keep a low pro
‘Cause po-po’s is oh so close
Let’s go!
I drove slower as I approached the rear
I seen the guards was ghost
Seen the coast was clear
So I get to getting prepared
Take a sec to get in my gear
Now I’m set to get it in gear
Grabbed the records and the rest of the weapons in a matter of seconds
It’s time to teach these muthafuckas a lesson
Target’s on the 24th floor
Ain’t no problem at all
I had the big size suction cups for scaling the wall

TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
SHEEEEEEEEIT
MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP
I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
SHEEEEEEEEIT
HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT

[Verse 2:Homeboy Sandman]
Spiderman Sandman wallcrawling across, 24 floors without falling
Took the classcutter
I cut the glass like warm butter
Fast as roadrunner’s brother
Had the foam rubber runners I wore running since last summer
So when I slided inside it was entirely quiet
Wound up in the bathroom
Almost smashed into the shampoos
This shit is getting hotter than Cancun
I pulled out the blueprint
Perused it
Reviewed the routes for movement
Then I moved in
Shit was a real gas
A real task trying to squeeze my 6’5” ass in the airshaft
Set to hatch the master plan
I zig zagged the path
Wiggled passed the rats
At long last I arrived where the asinine masterminds who design airtime reside
TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
SHEEEEEEEEIT
MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP

I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
SHEEEEEEEEIT
HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT

[Verse 3:Homeboy Sandman]
Like I was Tom Cruise
On a Mission: Impossible
Dropped out the roof
Cocked back the tool
Passed “pop” “pops” ‘round the room
“Thought I told you pop dudes not to move
Everybody strip from out of your pantaloons
I ain’t here for your valuables
I’ma lower the boom like the boys in blue
Y’all gon be the Amadu’s
I’ma do what I gots to do”
I scattered the Boy Sand selections
Mp3s, CDs, cassettes and
“I want every record in this collection
On every radio getting reception
In every neck of the woods
And neighborhoods in every direction
To make it plain you paying attention”
I grabbed the chick on the left and put one in her leg
Pop!
Rubbed the mac on the back of her neck and said . .
TIME IT TOOK TO LAY MY SHIT
NOW Y’ALL TRYNA PLAY MY SHIT?
Y’ALL MUTHAFUCKAS GON PLAY MY SHIT!
SHEEEEEEEEIT
MAKE ME HAVE TO SPRAY MY CLIP

I HATE TO HAVE TO SAY THIS SHIT
BUT EITHER Y’ALL OBEY THIS SHIT
OR I’MA HAVE TO BLOW AWAY THIS CHICK
SHEEEEEEEEIT
HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT