| Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded
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| checking out it’s bullets just to make sure it won’t explode this
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| hand around of the handle of my snub, no skill
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| I must be for real in the procedure for a kill
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| stood around the corner while I cased out the bank
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| busted in the door and stuck the guard wit’a shank
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| ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit’the quickness
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| shot the bank teller so it wouldn’t be a witness
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| fled out the door with the money in my left hand
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| still in my right hand running like a wild man
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| ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee
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| couldn’t be late for my trip to Jamaica
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| heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him
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| with a sharp object making sure that I get him
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| put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic
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| jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick
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| jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run
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| shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam
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| quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast
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| got a mile in the boat ran out of gas
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| oh no Joe! |
| the cops can’t get me…
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| I’ll never be wanted for armed robbery
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| (Eightball)
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| On the other side of town
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| moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride
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| loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
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| MJG know the plan so the shit is on by the time 5−0 come we’ll be through and gone
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| got to the area, stop then took a glance
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| puttin’on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants
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| where I saw the right on time, now it’s time for the crime
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| do the crime waste no time then I’m going to get mine
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| waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw
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| then shot the other fool I ain’t thinking 'bout no law
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| jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal
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| then fired up a square man doing about 1−10
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| looking in my rear-view 5−0 everywhere
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| messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air
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| headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
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| hit the gas even harder fool I ain’t gonna stop
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| crash through the road block they ain’t gonna get me yet
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| J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet
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| jumped out of the truck with fast P’s right behind my ass
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| running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
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| jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
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| took to the air yea I got away scott-free
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| fired up a Mac j P’s didn’t catch me countin all my money from a strong armed robbery…
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| (MJG)
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| You thank it’s over but it ain’t
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| cause I can’t get caught by authority
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| the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it’s me reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth
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| dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out
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| swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss
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| did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this
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| I put the money in the spot
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| took the clothes that I got
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| tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask
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| changed clothes in between spots
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| hands, spot-C
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| the designated area we call spot-B
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| see I can’t be broke so I come up with a plan
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| the man, money soon in they hand
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| get over get up and jet
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| bounce the set
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| the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested
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| MJG testing his strategy.
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| wit’a slick armed robbery
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| (Eightball)
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| Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica
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| thinking about why I took the money for the faka
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| me living poor and wishing to be richer
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| and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture
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| of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me just because I took a little money in a robbery
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| landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads
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| smoking on the gunja messing with my head
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| the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club
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| I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs
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| jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away
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| ran to the hills where I hid for a few days
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| no, I’m not the one that they will catch soon
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| bought me a palace in the hills wit’a hundred rooms
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| I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D
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| I plead guilty to armed robbery! |