Tom: F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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It's
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the motherfuckin' heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'
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It's the B- O- S- S and the S- P- I- C- E
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So, put this gat in your pants (right)
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And we gonna rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and cranny
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My nigga G- N- U- T is up inside
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He's trapped with the AK that's
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how us East Bay niggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these
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And when I do, blow that bald ass
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security guard out his shoes
Verse 2
Well Aye yo nigga gimme the shit
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So Boss can load a full clip
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A trigger- happy bitch scream
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Motherfuckers are makin' us rich
Creepin' in the bank,
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we tip- toe slowly they don't know me 'G'
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Pullin' lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Verse 3
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use my glock
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Cause fire'll bomb the AK- a (uh)
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The 187 posse rob the bank in their way- a
Verse 4
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My nigga G- Nut
whattup?
(Nutter, 'cause we ain't pit stop)
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I know we got the caddy in the lobby
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For the robbery car to kill the cop
Verse 5
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Like Bonnie and Clyde called it
the motherfuckin' stick- up
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Pick- up any fool smooth I'll make
this Uzi want to hiccup
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So kick up the cash be fore
I blast with this Jason mask
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Quit tryin' to fuck with
Verse 6
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the alarm G
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Don't ring the alarm G
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Don't ring the alarm G
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We runnin' up out the bank
Verse 7
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Yelling "clear" to the public
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You probably never seen a bitch
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That's showin' you niggas
how to properly fuckin' huh
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We rushed it to the getaway
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We slid away niggas get done away
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Then that loot is getting hid away
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Livin' in the fast watch the shit
get hot as we were bailin'
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I'm givin' a signal to my
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motherfuckin' niggas trailin'
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And from behind a couple of
pistols and some Uzi's
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And thinkin' doin' those niggas be
fore them motherfuckers do me in
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Its kind of simple shoot them
in the temple
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Search through them all I got
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
Verse 8
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But yo I got the flavor for
A fever for the flavor of
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I looked up in the bag
My trigga gots no heart and yo
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Nigga, talkin' about killin'
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motherfuckers dumpin' 'em in a ditch
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I must survive 'G' they won't
Peepin' out these niggas up in the van
who been trailin' me
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The coppers are com in',
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deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
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The only way I'm fallin is slippin'
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on one of these niggas blood
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I'm givin' a fuck so
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yo whats up I feel a wild pitch
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I'm gonna light this chronic and start
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some OK like corral shit
Then kill this bitch,
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and keep the cash, get my dash on
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in 93 I gets my blast on
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We thought we ditched the cop
pers rolled up in the cat 'G'
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I'm about to kill these mother
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fuckers that been followin' me
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I'm pullin' my glock out I hear
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Pigs has us surrounded,
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dropped the loot and started runnin'
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Don't
Verse 9
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Don't ring the alarm G
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Don't ring the alarm G
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Don't ring the alarm G
Outro 1
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