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作词 : Rios |
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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 ****** him |
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Oral torture, no doubt, the ************t 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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Chorus: |
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Movin on the stash, first we get the cash |
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For the fast money, I smash a ******z ************t 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 |
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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 ************ning 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, "****** it, we die, we die busting our guns" |
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Chorus 2X |
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Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my ************ne away |
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Let's show these pigs how much we give a ****** about a brighter day |
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I ******ed 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 ************ over my shoulder and used her butt as a ************eld |
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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 mother****** 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 ******z reachin |