Hands Up Pockets Out

“Ayo, lemme understand this correctly The bank take your house, that’s business. The club take twenty dollars for a cup of ice, that’s nightlife. The government take half the check, that’s policy…” "But I take one little bracelet…” “ROBBERY!” Hands up! Pockets out! Who the fuck the robbers now? Big bank, big chain, big house We came to clean the whole shit out Hands up! Pockets out! Tell me who the robbers now? They take yours with a pen and smile We take theirs with the bass turned loud (Take that!) Tax that! Everybody got a hand where the cash at (Take that!) Snatch that! Call me a thief, I can live with that Walked through the front with the mask in my mink Ten-dollar parking, twenty dollars for a drink Bartender filled half the glass with a cube I said, “This a robbery too! put your hands where I can view ’em!” Big-money banker with his wife by the speaker Her purse had a purse and the purse had a Visa Neck so heavy, bitch leaning to the right I relieved her of the pain, I’m considerate, aight? Security rushed me, got slapped with the menu I took his little badge, now I work for the venue Rope by the VIP? Took that shit too DJ kept scratching, I took his laptop and shoes Overdraft fee hit three times for a dollar CEO bought a yacht, named that bitch “Blue Collar” You call me ratchet ’cause I came for the jewels Your boss stole your pension wearing orthopedic shoes I came with a bag, left dragging a curtain Took the coat-check rack ’cause the mink wasn’t working Whole club screaming while I danced through the crowd Two-stepping with the safe, who the robbers now? Hands up! Pockets out! Who the fuck the robbers now? Big bank, big chain, big house We came to clean the whole shit out Hands up! Pockets out! Tell me who the robbers now? They take yours with a pen and smile We take theirs with the bass turned loud (Take that!) Tax that! Everybody got a hand where the cash at (Take that!) Snatch that! Call me a thief—I can live with that Bank called fraud when I moved my own bread Then sold my loan twice before the ink dried red Miss one payment, they arrive with the crew Miss one billion, Uncle Sam rescues you So pardon my manners, I came through the ceiling Patent-leather loafers with the grocery-store peeling Accountant in the corner trying to swallow the key I slapped him on the back “Don’t be selfish with me” Found forty shell firms and a senator’s cut Three judges, two cops, and a pastor getting bucks Whole vault dirty, every dollar got cousins They laundering millions, we get booked over dozens I’m vulgar with mine, they polite with the theft I take what I carry, they inherit the rest They stole from your father, put a lien on your mother Then sponsor a banquet honoring each other So keep that little speech about law and respect The biggest crooks alive got a suite and a desk I’m leaving through the lobby with the safe on a dolly Bank logo on my shirt, now everybody think I’m somebody Hands up! Pockets out! Who the fuck the robbers now? Big bank, big chain, big house— We came to clean the whole shit out Hands up! Pockets out! Tell me who the robbers now? They take yours with a pen and smile We take theirs with the bass turned loud (Take that!) Tax that! Everybody got a hand where the cash at (Take that!) Snatch that! Call me a thief, I can live with that