Brother Ali - Grandma And Them lyrics

Ran up in the liquor store
Waving the pistol 'round
Everybody hit the floor
Everybody hit the ground
Both of them in the zone
All about the business now
If they can stick to code they
Can hit it and get out oh, so professional
Cleaner than a basset hound
Dog when his dick is broke
Run it like a give a go
Did it before, just to get him some dough
Stash box getting too low
They inching for more
Out here kicking doors, twenty inches of snow
Fifty below, pistol grip is frigid and cold
Forever they been going
Through this rigmarole getting locked up
Grandma bring him some dough
Put her house up so they let him come home
Oh, so grown

Two twin brothers raised by their grandmother
One was always running and
Gunning and caused trouble
The other one suffer cause they
Look like one another
He wasn't doing nothing
But the fuzz still bust him
He must have grew accustomed to the
Boys trying to rush him
One day he had enough and said fuck it
So baby now it's on
Little brother ride along
One was the brain other the brawn
And they twice as strong
They thinking if it's right or it's wrong
One heist the alarm, other nice with the arms
You make a move and act
Shiesty and you're gone
He never pulled a trigger in life
But be warned
He cold as stone and bad to the bone
Let's get it on

He started out buying shit
Trying to have the flyest fit's
Rocking all the brightest kicks
Knocking all the hottest chicks
Driving a shiny whip, buy all the drinks
That was the old brothers thing
The little brother digs
The excitement side of it
Trying to out smart a Vic
It was the lick until
Their grandmother got sick
She needed surgery and it hurts to see her
If they don't act first
Something worse could occur
Might lose a leg, suffer a seizure
Emergency might cover her up with dirt
Can't suffer to hurt
Put something in her purse
And so they urgently burst into work
We gonna bleed this city like a thirst
Our gift is your curse

Back to the here and now
We don't have a lot of time
Cash drawer clear it out
Hand over the dollar signs
And feel free to sound the alarm all you want
We already downed the phone
And the power lines
And I really doubt you want
To step out of line
This Glock 9 of mine will make
Your mind hard to find
Ignorant, the only sound I want
To be hearing is
The lock on the safe go click-ickity-click
This is a bad feeling isn't it? yeah, listen
Bitch here is bag, get to filling it
Lady moved kind of slow like
She forgot the code
Younger brother watch the clock, "yo
It's time to go"
He ain't leaving out this door
Without this pot of gold lock and load

The old owner's down stairs doing invoices
Seen the power go out
And he could hear noises
Knew what was taking place and
Had a little something
Of his own waiting for this situation
He came out bummages to show
Them what time it is
The guns are kind of big
But one ain't ever fired his
Aim ain't confident plus he
Got the power kick
Hitting all kind of shit except
Of what the target is
But old papa did just the opposite
Shots just ricocheting, "listen mister
Isn't playing" kids made it out the spot
But he followed them
Nines still firing, sirens hollering
Police arrive and the younger
Twin dropped just then
The owner hit him in the
Collar and bodied him
Kemosabe isn't stopping
Continued throwing shots at the cops
Until the officers slaughter him
Damn, now who's suppose to
Tell grandma and them?