| I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
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| Who can I trust? |
| Cuban’ll bust plus? |
| good thief the night?
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| Here’s the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
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| Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
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| Nah chill, that’s too ill, for real I’d rather kill somethin
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| Here’s the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
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| Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
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| In two minutes tops he’s guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
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| It’s settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
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| We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
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| Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
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| Out for the fast cash, level advance
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| Takin a chance, I’ve only got one my hundred shot
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| tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran
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| Movin on the stash, first we get the cash
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| For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
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| Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced
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| Look at my face and I’ma shoot the place
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| Aiyyo the plot thickens, I’m pickin the locks in the back entrance
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| Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
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| Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh)
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| Their security system’s linear laser protection
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| No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin
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| Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course
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| It’s poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt
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| Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer
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| Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer
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| Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit
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| Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks
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| Back to the top again, hand the grand prize
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| The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes
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| I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
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| Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow
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| That’s when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin
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| Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin
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| Pointing at the building screamin, I can see them, kill em!
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| Snipers was willing but couldn’t, there’s too many civilians
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| Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run
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| Cuban said, Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns
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| Aiyyo it’s time to pay, and I ain’t trying to give my shine away
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| Let’s show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
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| I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel
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| Said, See you in Hell coppers and started poppin like it was legal
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| We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
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| Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
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| Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful
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| of Black Rhino’s and two Rambles strapped to my ankles
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| I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
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| Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
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| I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining
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| Cuban said, Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining
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| I gave him the case, told him, Go ahead save yourself
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| Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell
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| For real, that’s when I heard the tires screechin
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| Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin |