FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT

It was me Black Marcus little Chris Erick and Hightower

A crew of young hooligans with magical hands running around the city

Broke but not poor thinking we witty quickly entering them stores with oversized jackets

To steal candy galore Sly you distract him ask them question they never knew the goods

Was in little Chris possession cool as a stiff with rigor mortis there was no facial expression

Chris would clean 'em out trim their kitchen clear the house we had to tell 'em slow down negro

First let's get you out then again that was about when out the store the candy was split like

Dividends nobody was greedy we split it evey this was the code of friends then it was off to

The next spot next plot more candy to steal from the next block fresh pot we got chased a lot

Lucky we didn't get shot we was American made taken what other people got