Snatch

It started off in Antwerp/

With Frankie the four-fingered bandit/

"Vhere is the stone?" he demanded/

Got it mad quick/

After a couple of pistol whips/

Now he's on the phone/

Trying to find his way back home/

With a stone the size of a man's fist/

..But two Uzbekistani gentlemen ain't trying to see it like this/

So Boris the Blade tries to circumvent Frankie's path/

Making him place a bet on a boxing match/

And in the mean time make a snatch/

...Have Vinnie, Sol, and Tyrone grab the stone and dash/

With the stolen cash/

But all bets are off at the bookies/

It looks like you're out of luck rookies/

..Apparently the associate of Turkish/

Got Gorgeous George in a fight right before this/

Got his head knocked nervous/

By the bare-knuckle champion of the most infamous fight circuit/

So, the gypsy's, got Turkish bent in a bad position/

Likely to end up missing/

By Bricktop/

If he don't get the gypsy to box/

And drop in the fourth round after the bets stopped/

But/

The pikey champ has a mind of his own/

With one shot, drops a man as heavy as stone/

Turning Bricktop to Al Capone/

And leaving Tommy and Turk, searching for an alternative route home/

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You better ponder on your grievers/

I strike you in the face so many times, you'll be a straw feeder/

We're the breed of men you call geezers/

Catch you and your crew walking back streets when you're trying to leave us/

Don't ever you think you can deceive us/

Try to change your accent and reach America so you can flee us/

Ain't gonna happen, divas/

And we're the sort of gentlemen you don't want to aggravate, either/

Sol and Tyrone have still got the stone/

Till Boris the Blade pays a visit/

Shot Frankie four-fingers after he found out who did it/

Got the stone back for a minute/

But Bullet-tooth Tony is on the trail of the crooks who took the rock/

Found Boris the Blade inside a shop/

There's a brief struggle/

Now the stone is in his hands/

But Vinne and Sol want to make a change of plans/

So they step up/

With replica guns that look real/

But Bullet-tooth Tony ain't afraid of steel/

And why should he/

Their synthetic guns don't look right/

And got the word "Replica" engraved on the side/

..So they move to plan B/

And try to hold up Avi/

In the bathroom/

But run into Boris/

Mad as a molotov/

Packing a kalashnikov/

Some shots from chrome/

And someone ended up with the stone/

..In the meantime,Turkish is running to leave town/

But Bricktop is waiting with his men/

Telling him he better get the pikey champ to fight again/

Only this time, to go down in the fourth round/

..But Mickey won't fight unless they pay him/

So he sends some of regiment of men to physically persuade him/

Burned his mom alive in her wagon/

They shouldn't have done that/

Cause gypsies will come back attacking.

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