[Intro] [Spoken Word] Swisher Price on the beat Swisher Price on the motherfuckin' beat! Swisher Price with that fuckin' heat! Swisher motherfuckin Price!! Let's go!! [Chorus] We rob, we steal, we take what’s real, In the night, we creep, got that iron for real, No remorse, no guilt, just the thrill, Stackin’ that paper, climbin’ that hill. We rob, we steal, we take what’s real, In the night, we creep, got that iron for real. No remorse, no guilt, just the thrill, Stackin’ that paper, climbin’ that hill. [Verse 1] I’m the phantom in the dark, no trace, no mark, Slippin’ through the alley, silent as a shark. Mask on my face, gloves on my hands, I’m the boogeyman, they don’t understand. I scope the scene, clock the moves they make, Wait for the perfect time, then I take, take, take. Jewelry, cash, whatever they got, Leave ‘em shook, like a ghost, I’m gone on the spot. No names, no faces, just the hustle I chase, In this concrete jungle, it’s a dog-eat-dog race. I’m a wolf in the night, howlin’ at the moon, While the suckers sleep, I’m makin’ my move. [Chorus] [Intwrlude] [Verse 2] I’m a menace to society, a threat to the rich, I’m the one they fear, the one they can’t ditch. I don’t need a job, I don’t need a plan, I just need a target, and I’m good to jam. I hit the block, watch the money flow, From the corner store to the high-rise glow. I don’t discriminate, I’ll take it all, From the broke to the ballers, I’m makin’ that call. They call me ruthless, call me cold, But in this game of life, you do what you’re told. I’m a product of the streets, raised by the grind, So don’t hate the player, hate the game and the time. [Chorus] [Outro] [Spoken Word] Yeah, that’s how we do it. No lookin’ back, no second guesses. This the life, man. Hustle hard, stay sharp. ‘Cause in these streets, it’s either eat or get ate. We out. [End] [End]