Me and Fast got the gats; were out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside and hes carrying
a full pack.
Now everythings cool and everthings smooth.
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
and a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"baby, baby, baby"
(Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time Fast tapped me from behind
he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go.
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know well
never get far, riding around in a stolen
police car, so we dropped it off and
piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving
because I had to talk to my man about something.

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I dont give a fuck about the hells
gate, aint punkin the crowd and Im still
standing up staight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
no one gets hurt if they dont act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
where the cop is.
Theyre at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from
the Fromans whose mailbox had just
exploded. They gave chase, but our man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
with haste. We cast off and along we went
off Bermuda to an island resort we rent.

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