Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
  
  Broke niggas make the best crooks
  ya best look
  over your shoulder
  if you's a Highroller
  (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
  (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
  
  Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*
  
  Let's see how your vest look
  see if it fits ya
  picture four hideous hustlas
  quick to lick the silliest bustas
  I played the roll
  and ready to fold
  fix bitches in gold
  is a no-no
  livin low like De La Soul
  it's the "O"
  and the folks don't understand
  yes you can
  rush, shake the van
  and catch the Ice Cream Man
  they know me
  as the loyal citizen
  the boy who visited
  hot
  but on the spot
  I'm more chillier than Dennis-in
  finishin up my zip
  quick to make my grip
  you fuck around and get licked
  by the Luni click
  so that means bitches can't fade me
  fuck lobster
  I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on Aliens
  I got work
  someone told Knumskullin
  rollin
  four man deep
  in a stolen jeep
  wit heat
  keep the space between niggas and me ever
  What? Ballin outta control??!!
  Nah, petty theivin
  leavin no evidence or clues
  bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
  but you gets robbed by the Luniz fool
  if I was a bum
  I'd be straight to ride out
  fuck a piece of the pie
  I take the whole cake and sky out.
  
  *(chorus)* x1
  
  Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)*
  
  Knuckle Head
  fool wit that master plan
  yeah
  got my glock caulked
  wit my yay in my hand
  understand
  I'm bigger than
  fourth indo man
  that rappin nigga also known as Mr. Window Man
  cuz when I roll
  nigga I rolls deep
  I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep
  So punk P!
  The situation is I skipped it
  no set trip
  got the glock caulked
  keepin the tech on the hip
  like a pro
  deep up on the slope
  pick up the pace
  wit no time to waste
  put my gun to his fuckin face
  action-packed wit my shit
  it's the poetry
  kickin this psycho shit
  wit my click
  so you knows of me
  it's goin down
  I'm all about my mail
  wit my g's
  flipped from keys
  equals dope I'm a sale
  client-tell
  got me on top wit raps a crook
  but all you ever get
  is cum in yo little lungs
  so mutha fuckas took they last look
  (I'm broke, I'm sellin check books)
  cuz broke niggas make the best crooks.
  
  *(chorus)* x1
  
  *(Yukmouth talking)*
  
  Eh bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
  
  *(Dope man talking)*
  
  You're cocaine, give it to me. Now!
  
  *(Yukmouth)*
  
  What the fuck you? You must be snortin some shit or something.
  (What the fuck is that?!)
  
  *(yelling and screaming in back)*
  
  *(Knumskull talking)*
  
  Let's go turn off all the lights
  and make it seem like no ones home
  niggas comin from the Eastside
  bout to hoo ride and get stole.
  
  Verse 3 *(Eclipse)*
  
  See the whole thang was a plot
  cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
  12 o'clock
  Lexus coupe
  fill it up wit hella loot
  since your neighbors are all in my business
  you niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
  juss throw on a ski mask
  and then I dash
  this my last visit
  and then I'm outtie
  350 prob'ley
  you niggas scared
  don't stop me
  I'm a pro
  when it comes to gangsta robberies
  the Paraphanalia
  the niggas
  the killas
  the Mobb
  the riggas
  the skrilla
  the dealas is doin they job
  Eclipse
  keeps clips
  (So don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga)
  I'd rather jack yo ass nigga
  than be a broke ass nigga.
  
  *(chorus)* x1
  
  Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
  
  Dope fiends in the kitchen
  smokin on a pipe
  hustlas on the corner
  shootin dice
  all of my folks in jail
  raisin hell
  got bitches on the whole stroll
  sellin fruit cocktales
  to clock mail
  fuck pimps
  ballas
  shot callas
  all of us gots to get our money on
  Oakland be's no joke
  it ain't no mutha fuckin funny bone
  sky out to your Honey Comb Hideout
  Money gone!
  pullin capers on fakes
  erase your papers like white out
  ain't no tryouts
  or basketball sports
  juss a crazy horse
  my four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch
  back and fourth
  like Cameo
  I'm always Death Row
  even though I try
  I can't let go
  like Mariah
  Carry the four-fiver
  to blow shit up like Maguyver
  me be steadily Mobbin an robbin a cab driver
  either be a broke ass
  no cash
  havin your doe on
  I float on
  break more niggas than Ozone
  what
  really goes on
  hops
  the props I must
  clock
  hearin no glock
  will have that ass holdin like buckshots
  fuck cops
  I post on the block slangin crack-noid
  avoid being broke
  I'm tradin places wit Dan Akroyd
  
  *(chorus)* x1