[Break]
[?] take this
[?]
Ready?✦ You ready?✦
Let's get this money✦
Go, go, go, go!
[Chorus]
Movin'✦ on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money,✦ I smash the niggas'✦ shit like a crash dummy✦
Ask money,✦ "where the safe?", anybody✦ move gettin'✦ laced✦
Look at my face and I'ma✦ shoot the place
[Verse 2]
Ayo, the plot thickens, I'm pickin'✦ the locks in the back entrance
Payin' attention,✦ not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
Not to mention✦ these kids is Mafioso with lots of dough so
They got the popo✦ locked✦ with a Don "The Rock" Muraco✦ chokehold (oh oh)
Their security system's linear laser✦ protection✦
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'✦
Inspectin'✦ the vault for weapon's assault, second of course
It's poison,✦ it sprays, boiled✦ and baked✦ in Epsom✦ salt
Reppin'✦ New York, it's the cat burglar, the fat murderer✦
Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer✦
Hurtin'✦ your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero✦ profit✦
Holdin'✦ heroes✦ hostage and mansions for ransom✦ like De Niro✦ mob flicks
Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize
The safe flies open,✦ the shine almost blinded my eyes
I cracked the code, enough✦ ice to make you laugh at gold
Passed✦ the dough to Cuban,✦ started✦ movin'✦ for the back, let's go
That's when I heard the sirens, hopin'✦ that my ears was lyin'
Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin'
Pointin' at the building screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em!"
Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's✦ too many✦ civilians
Still inside,✦ nowhere✦ to hide, nowhere✦ to run
Cuban✦ said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"
[Interlude: Cuban Link]
Oye castigador, saca✦ el fucking cañon
Vamos✦ pa la guerra,✦ vamos✦ señarlo!✦
A castigarlos!
[Chorus]
Movin'✦ on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money,✦ I smash the niggas'✦ shit like a crash dummy✦
Ask money,✦ "where the safe?", anybody✦ move gettin'✦ laced✦
Look at my face and I'ma✦ shoot the place
Movin'✦ on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money,✦ I smash the niggas'✦ shit like a crash dummy✦
Ask money,✦ "where the safe?", anybody✦ move gettin'✦ laced✦
Look at my face and I'ma✦ shoot the place
[Verse 3]
Ayo, it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away✦
Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about✦ a brighter day
I cock the Eagle, Cuban✦ drew the Glock, it was diesel✦
Said, "See you in Hell coppers", and started✦ poppin'✦ like it was legal✦
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin'✦ out of ammo,✦ I got about✦ a handful of Black Rhinos✦ and two Rambos✦ strapped to my ankles✦
I trampled over✦ one of the bodies,✦ I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over✦ my shoulder and used✦ her butt as a shield
I filled✦ the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining✦
Cuban✦ said, "Move your fat ass faster✦ motherfucker, they gaining"✦
I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head, save yourself
Blaze a L in my memory,✦ tell the family✦ I gave 'em Hell"
For real, that's when I heard the tires✦ screechin'
Peeped✦ and it was Joe the God with twenty✦ Terror Squad niggas✦ reachin'
*conversation✦ and gunfight to fade*