Lyrics
[J Malice]
Making my way through college as the top scholar/
got more knowledge than professors who parted from Harvard/
job pay is all right, I'm stashing all of my dollars/
in a secret hiding spot, tuition is already due tomorrow/
it's exhausting, the assignments grip my mind to abuse it/
finals all the time, it seems like they're exclusive/
but I strive to survive, stand in line and face the music/
with my partner for life, roommate named Judas/
call him Jude for short, homeboys since tykes/
he knows about the struggle and what employments like/
just like me, never giving up to avoid the fight/
and he sends money to his sister and her boyfriend Mike/
so he understands all about the shrinkage of cash/
bills, food and clothes, the green is leaving too fast/
then the apartment was empty, damn he stabbed me in the back/
that dude Jude took off after stealing my stash/
what a b*tch move, take the money and run/
now all of a sudden, Ryan's steamed and I'm wanting a gun/
faster than a flash, my ass is needing tons of funds/
mental list of possible options, bank-robbery is number one/
that little back-stabbing, sorry theiving b*tch/
how'm I gonna pay tuition, books and other things I need to get/
we were boys since kids, I can't believe what he did/
time for a piece and ski-mask; I need to get some cheese in the mix
[Chorus]
I'm on a mission to get cash for my college tuition/
taking no prisoners with this solid invention/
got my eye out for that back-stabbing Judas kid/
wanna send some ammo straight through his head
[Robert Z]
Now I’m still shocked and confused, that was my only true buddy
Crazy, rocked, and bruised, that was my only slew of money
Well, f.ck it for now, I’ll get back at him later
Find him, kidnap him, and attack him with a grater
As soon as I get Jude, I’ma break his head n spine
But I gotta stay in college, gotta make the deadline
I don’t know where to get a gun, I’ll search the Yellow Pages
Find a number, call it, and I’m bellowing my rages:
“Yo, I need a gun, a cheap one, you got one for me?”
“Right away, sir, come on over, and stop buggin me”
Ten minutes, I’m at the front door, with 400 in my wallet
Dude gives me a little ass pistol, ammo thundered in my pocket
Now I’m going to the bank, I’m jumping in my jeep
That’s another bill I’ll have to pay, I’m running out of sleep
I’ve never used a gun before, got no clue how to use it
All I know is that I’ll go inside, pop it out and shoot it
Pushing a button on the gun, and the magazine pops out
Fumble till the bullets come in, and sixteen drop about
I figure I have it loaded, so I cock it gently
Put it down with care, like it was a knocked Bentley
I’m pulling up to the bank, and it’s about time
I stop to think why I’m doing this: cause I’m without a dime
I need to pay for the college, and I’ll be wrecked if denied
But all thoughts go out of my head; I’m about to step inside…
[Chorus]
I'm on a mission to get cash for my college tuition/
taking no prisoners with this solid invention/
got my eye out for that back-stabbing Judas kid/
wanna send some ammo straight through his head
[J Malice + Robert Z]
Now just how in the hell am I supposed to use this gun/
bank-robbery ain't the type of sh*t you do for fun/
can't have the minset of this task being a dubious one/
instead, blow everyone away like I had an uzi gun/
nah, no Rambo tricks, I've never done this before/
and I'm scared to death cause I don't know what's in store/
it's easy, open the vault and then get what's in the drawers/
stuff it in a bag and then run for the doors/
slide on the ski-mask, gotta cover the face/
can't be a star once I've stepped up in this place/
no tunring back now, my heart is pumping to race/
walk in slowly and casual, Ryan, it's just another day
Okay, I’m through the doors, and I’m into the main hall
Nothing can go wrong now, I just gotta stay calm
Suddenly, b
