[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo, yeah
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[Ghostface Killah (Trife Diesel):]
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Here's the rundown, Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown
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Get some goons together, a driver and bring them guns down
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Heard he had his hands in some bricks, plus a few pounds
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Hang with some wild Haitians, settle shop in the dude lounge
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Niggas is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens
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With a live situation, got it in preparation
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When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation
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And follow all the clowns til you get to your destination
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(We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in
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I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken henge
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65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady
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So I hopped out, pulled the glock out, plus the 3-18
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Hit the living room, I've seen a ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table
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Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller
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The place was ransacked from front to back)
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Yo, Trife, what you talking, black?
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(Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me, where the office at)
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Take a left and head, down the hallway steps
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Pass the painting on the wall, the third door on the left
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The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the decks
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Look inside the top drawer, and get the key out the chest
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[Interlude: Sheek Louch (Bully)]
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Damn son, aiyo what's taking this nigga Trife so long (I don't know)
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Oh shit, yo Bull, get down, get down, get down
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Look at Stark pulling up, son (aww man)
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I'm a try to kill this nigga
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[Sheek Louch (Bully):]
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Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up, windows tinted
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Can't really tell who's in it, but, I know it's a rented
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Down south plates, Atlanta or, one of them states (yo the cameras on)
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Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates
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Should I pop off, take his top off, before he get to you
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Bully like (Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do) aight
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(Go ask for directions, right, I'm a go around the back
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Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these niggas with the mack)
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Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at
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Hopefully he on his way, and no one gotta die today (bang bang)
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Two shots go off (Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek)
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Fuck it, Bully, let's ride
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Shooting out the sunroof, missing and shit
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I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit
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Trife running out the building, busting, cussing
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Blood everywhere, you had to see this shit (disgusting)
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Youngstown Heist
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| Method Man |
