Blueprint - Ten Paces lyrics
[Blueprint - Ten Paces lyrics]
Loaded burner, blade in a calf holster
Walkie talkie to communicate
With the chauffeur
Map of the block to escape when it’s over
Looking like a killer, feeling like a soldier
The smell of perfume from having
Tasha in my bed
Sticks to my fingertips and still
Lingers in the air she told me about a hot
Spot named The Dragon’s Lair
Off a backstreet up out by the state fair
She guarantee me every Sunday they be there
Playing pool and sniffing coke
Up until the AM she met 'em both back when
She used to bartend
But said they'd be hard to touch cause
The gang that they roll with
No fear, ice is flowing through my veins
Surveyed the spot last night
And it’s all arranged
I know where they hang plus
Where they lay their heads
They can confess to what they did
Or they can end up dead
Had to drop me off three blocks from the spot
Then park across the street in an open lot
Put on my gas mask and took
The alley just to creep up
Black trench coat looking like
The grim reaper
Black assassin waiting for 'em after
Dark inside of a dumpster
Twenty feet from where they park
Quiet as a church mouse
Silent as a beating heart
Then the fat one stumbled out with
A fat blunt to spark
I knew the owner didn’t let
Them smoke in the bar
So they usually walked out to the
Dumpster way behind their cars
He took a couple pulls and
Blasted off to outer space
Pulled out my pepper spray and caught
Him right in his face
Hopped out, he started screaming
Punched him in his jaw
The force from the punch made him
Bite down on his tongue
"How it feel, fat boy? Now you all alone!
Remember me?" pushed him to the
Ground and kicked his balls
He tearing up like "oh shit
I thought you was dead!"
"Naw man you and your mans
Killed the wrong kid
I could kill you now for the sake of revenge
Or you can come with me and
Tell the cops what you did"
Heard footsteps, turned around
They’re coming fast two white t-shirts
Two big dudes with red rags
Side-stepped the first one but slipped
On some broken glass
The second one caught me hard enough
That it cracked my mask
Fell back a little dazed but
Knew he broke his hand
Acted hurt but pepper sprayed him
When he circled in
First cat back now, he’s swinging that wild
Duck stuck my life into his stomach
Made him take a bow
Three dudes laid down, back to the fat one
He spit in my face he say "fuck you
I ain’t doing nothing!"
I put my blade to his
Neck and started slowly cutting
Heard a shotgun pump then I
Heard it start dumping
Moved just in time, the shot hit the fat dude
Blew the face right off the
Skull it was attached to
He pumped again I could
See the short motherfucker
Second shot blow a hole right
Through that old dumpster
Can’t hide much longer gotta make a break
Buck shots from a third shot
Almost hit my face
I saw lights from a car pulling in the strip
Thinking it’s a cop car
I take it as my chance to dip
Fourth shot hit the window of somebody's whip
I’m hauling ass fast as possible until I slip
He got the drop on me
But I still pull my nine
His body drop but I swear
That shot wasn’t mine
Walkie talkie to communicate
With the chauffeur
Map of the block to escape when it’s over
Looking like a killer, feeling like a soldier
The smell of perfume from having
Tasha in my bed
Sticks to my fingertips and still
Lingers in the air she told me about a hot
Spot named The Dragon’s Lair
Off a backstreet up out by the state fair
She guarantee me every Sunday they be there
Playing pool and sniffing coke
Up until the AM she met 'em both back when
She used to bartend
But said they'd be hard to touch cause
The gang that they roll with
No fear, ice is flowing through my veins
Surveyed the spot last night
And it’s all arranged
I know where they hang plus
Where they lay their heads
They can confess to what they did
Or they can end up dead
Had to drop me off three blocks from the spot
Then park across the street in an open lot
Put on my gas mask and took
The alley just to creep up
Black trench coat looking like
The grim reaper
Black assassin waiting for 'em after
Dark inside of a dumpster
Twenty feet from where they park
Quiet as a church mouse
Silent as a beating heart
Then the fat one stumbled out with
A fat blunt to spark
I knew the owner didn’t let
Them smoke in the bar
So they usually walked out to the
Dumpster way behind their cars
He took a couple pulls and
Blasted off to outer space
Pulled out my pepper spray and caught
Him right in his face
Hopped out, he started screaming
Punched him in his jaw
The force from the punch made him
Bite down on his tongue
"How it feel, fat boy? Now you all alone!
Remember me?" pushed him to the
Ground and kicked his balls
He tearing up like "oh shit
I thought you was dead!"
"Naw man you and your mans
Killed the wrong kid
I could kill you now for the sake of revenge
Or you can come with me and
Tell the cops what you did"
Heard footsteps, turned around
They’re coming fast two white t-shirts
Two big dudes with red rags
Side-stepped the first one but slipped
On some broken glass
The second one caught me hard enough
That it cracked my mask
Fell back a little dazed but
Knew he broke his hand
Acted hurt but pepper sprayed him
When he circled in
First cat back now, he’s swinging that wild
Duck stuck my life into his stomach
Made him take a bow
Three dudes laid down, back to the fat one
He spit in my face he say "fuck you
I ain’t doing nothing!"
I put my blade to his
Neck and started slowly cutting
Heard a shotgun pump then I
Heard it start dumping
Moved just in time, the shot hit the fat dude
Blew the face right off the
Skull it was attached to
He pumped again I could
See the short motherfucker
Second shot blow a hole right
Through that old dumpster
Can’t hide much longer gotta make a break
Buck shots from a third shot
Almost hit my face
I saw lights from a car pulling in the strip
Thinking it’s a cop car
I take it as my chance to dip
Fourth shot hit the window of somebody's whip
I’m hauling ass fast as possible until I slip
He got the drop on me
But I still pull my nine
His body drop but I swear
That shot wasn’t mine