[Verse 2]
Now I'm in the Range
Switchin' lanes,✦ doin a buck 'n change
I can't wait to touch them lames✦ and them fuckin✦ dames✦
Reach the destination,✦ grab the heat without no hesitation✦
These niggas✦ fuckin'✦ up my reputation✦
I saw Corleone holding the chrome
Ice-grill, lookin✦ like he had a License to Kill
And he had somebody else with 'em playing the cut
Lookin✦ like he can't wait to start spraying shit up
"Yo, who that in the background?" ("It's Tommy✦ Gibbs")
"Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down
Son, you ready?✦ We got this whole shit mapped✦ out
I hope you ain't scared,✦ there's✦ no time to back out"
"We gon' take the back route
And pull the gats out, and throw the mask on
We ain't leavin'✦ 'til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone"
"We gon' get our laugh on when we through
But right now, we got a job to do"
"So let's do it!"
[Verse 3]
I stepped to the desk clerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her listen✦ up, before✦ she get hurt
"They just walked✦ in, party✦ of four, two chicks, two males✦
What room they got?" She paused✦ and said "212"
I took the steps, now I'm out of breath
I gotta✦ stop smokin'✦ – them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death
My heart beatin'✦ fast now, 'cause it's about✦ to pop off
Saw the door, let the Glock off, tore the lock off
Took a deep breath, then ran inside✦ at a quick pace
I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face
Then my other✦ two niggas✦ ran in, each had a cannon✦
Ready✦ to take care what we been plannin'
These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate
We know they got stacks, 'cause they don't fuck with nothing but weight
We got the cuffs and the duct tape, and put it to use
Then told 'em, when this is over✦ we'll be lettin✦ 'em loose
And then I kicked✦ Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back
"You wanna✦ live? Then tell my nigga✦ where you stash the work at"
He gave me the address, then I ran outside✦
But first, I took the keys to his van outside✦
And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash
A hundred pounds of grass, and two million✦ in cash
I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag
So I got three, filled✦ 'em all up to the T
I put the bags in the van, then I locked✦ the truck
When I got back, Corle' done popped✦ them punks
"Ayo fuck it L, we might as well pop these cunts"
Now that's four bodies✦
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after✦ that, we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ's, split the money✦ three ways
Now we all laughing hard, getting nice and weeded✦
Celebratin' nigga✦ – heist completed