Stash Snatched

I've prayed to myself to remind my mind
I critically needed access to a previous time
A time when I without knowledge I may have offended
what I considered a true and trusted friend that only pretended

It all started with me calling 911 and reporting a missing stash
Colombo arrived on the scene assuming I was talking about cash
Uh and ah asking to many questions that were not pertaining to the case
Like where did you get all of that money from were you selling free base

All under and behind my couches this bitch was sniffing like he was snorting
Picking and licking shit off of the carpet, I mean doughnut baby aborting
Bloodhounds were brought in and Colombo broke out the finger print kit
I had my feet upon the couch just knowing they were going to find my shit

The first set of prints belonged to Barnaby, he works security on the fourth floor
It fucking is what it is, but he likes buds and mental spores
There's no way it was him he works to hard to get his high in
The second set of prints I just knew  had to be innocent they belonged to Higgin

Colombo went in deep with ah's and uh's in repetition
He was on a roll and even the officers came under suspicion
They were thinking of a cover up, shit let's bury this case deep
Colombo smokes to many blunts if we find this shit it's for keeps

Law enforcement is running up and down fire escapes and stairwells
The master detective is pacing his Peugeot like he was pacing a cell
I want my shit was locked and reverberating through out my mind
I was starting to feel like my self as space and time realigned

I can spell Colombo's shit and it smells just like mine
Officers are guzzling coffee and doughnuts, hahaha munching the whole time
Security is locked, Colombo even brought in his pooch, Dog
Another mother fucker smelling like my stash, yeah my money and my drugs

Fuck the bullshit Colombo as I brought Magnum in on the case
A racist motherfucker just hungry for a taste
And like a blood hound Magnum started sniffing around  
He made Colombo take off his coat and half of my stash was found  

Gats were drawn between Me, dirty ass cops, and crooked PI's
Magnum screamed out Higgins has the rest of your stash, he likes to get high
I called up Robin Masters and told him about this mess
Robin had heard that Higgins, TC, and Rick were getting twisted in his nest

After a brief shootout I recovered the first half of my stash
I left home pursuing Magnum with my foot still stuck in his ass
Like any coke head I knew that he would run straight for home
Taking dangerous chances on the curves hoping I would leave him alone

On the last curve he lost control and death came to fast
Upon entering the gates I saw Zeus and Apollo and so I started to blast
I caught Rick and TC running across the yard headed for the helicopter pad
Higgins came to the door still smoking my shit, and that really made me mad

I threw two shots into his chest and snatched my shit from his dying hands
Higgins was evident selling my shit with a wad of hundreds wrapped in a rubber band  
Fucking Mike Hammer has been burning up my phone and making demands
Please hurry and get your shit back, you're my main connect, my main man