Stolen Moments (Part I)

Down da down da down down down, what Down da down, check it, check it There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve Can't understand who the fuck was involved Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed In my shit, somebody had broke in like a mitt My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit As usual, niggaz is suspects Who did I tell I was going out of town Not too many people, I guess the word got around The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound Must have came during the day when at work, they was found At the mount I stand folded than tie Askin who done it Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked About to go wild hunted Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day Before I left, this thief decided to play chef With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast I'm kickin what shit was left all around the house Thinkin whoever came in on me is out It's a frantic situation It's a frantic situation, yes it is What can I do It's a frantic situation It's a frantic situation, hear me now What can I do It's a frantic situation It's a frantic situation, yes it is What can I do It's a frantic situation It's a frantic situation, hear me y'all What can I do