| Action packed black Mac10, Junior and his friend
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| Not a pot to piss in, starvin' brothers on a mission
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| Half past two, William planned to rob the toll booth GW bridge
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| Got the weapon concealed, nothin' to lose
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| They choose to break the rules at all cost
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| Stick 'em in Jersey, hit the other side to New York
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| Black and red leather suits and black biker boots
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| One got the gun, the other one controls the motorbike
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| Adrenaline pumpin', dreams of cash
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| Anybody tryin' to stop them’s, gettin' lead in their face, believe that
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| Black pack on his back, ready for loot to fill
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| What a thrill, they gonna be robbin' that booth for real
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or get locked for life
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or just lose your life
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| Helmets on, racin' down route 4
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| Junior pushin' the bike, Ike totin' the Mac
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| No time to be scared when we on 'em point it at 'em
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| Tell 'em to fill the bag 'cos we not gettin' had
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| By this time it’s 5.30, rush hour’s thick
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| So they weave through the cars
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| Get to the toll booth quick, «It's a chick»
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| He put it to her head and said, «It's a stick, fill the bag
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| Big bills, put the ones in my hands, we out»
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| Hot with the cops on their trail, dippin' and swervin'
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| Almost crashed right into a rail
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| Sweatin' like hell, they’re not even tryin' to see jail
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| 'Cos they pulled the sting and robbed the toll booth for real
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or get locked for life
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or just lose your life
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| Junior weavin' through the cars, speed the cops, can’t catch
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| But they’re gainin' on 'em, Ike got a plan for that
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| Throw the ones in the air, all the cars hit the brakes
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| So they could get out and get some, the cops look dumb
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| Because they couldn’t get through, people blocked the path
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| So Junior and Ike hit the west side fast
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| They got their gear stashed somewhere near the train
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| Smooth getaway, ready to take the loot to the brain
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| Change their clothes, ditch the bike, Ike tripped in the trash
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| Keep it movin', gotta get the loot to the lab
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| Breathin' heavy, movin' quickly, situation’s sticky
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| The whole mission was ill, they got away smooth for real
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or get locked for life
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or just lose your life
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
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| You might get away or get locked for life
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| Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice
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| You might get away or just lose your life |