[Jadakiss]
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At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
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And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
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If anybody in the fam gets pinched
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Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
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Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
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And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
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Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
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It might look easy but it's not sweet though
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It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
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This is real life this ain't no TV show
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Word up- backed out
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With the macs out
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'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
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22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
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Couple of bombs
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Remote for the alarms
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Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
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Me and Styles wasn't blunted
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Must be your point to deal with money
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Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
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I hopped in one son hopped in the other
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Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
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Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
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In a tentacle
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I pulled up behind chemical
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Doors locked Styles left the other one
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Down four blocks it's on now ready or not
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[Styles]
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Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
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Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
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Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
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And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
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Split for nothing
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You get the same you hit the button
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Before we hit the safe
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Where's the videotape
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Gotta look it in the face- forget it
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I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
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Money and death- what you pick?
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And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
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Money is paper and the banks built bricks
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All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
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I couldn't be hit
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Cuz I didn't feel shit
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So I duck into cover
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Yell for my brother
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I yell yo
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[Jadakiss]
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Then I yell yo back
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You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
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Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
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Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
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I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
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And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
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We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
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Damn, nigga better get the Captain
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Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
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Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
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Area surrounded parking lot packed in
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Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
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But you know I'm going out in a blast
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With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
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And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
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I pull the pin
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The Heist (Part 1)
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| The LOX |
