(Spice1)
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It's the muthafuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G',
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It's the b-o-s-s and s-p-i-c-e,
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So, put this glock in yo panties (right),
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and we gon rob these muthafuckas for every nook and crany,
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My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped with the AK that's how us eastbay
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niggas ride, Playa,
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Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and when I do, Blow that old ass
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security guard outta his shoes,
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(Boss)
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We'll ayo nigga gimmie the shit so boss can unload a full clip a trigga happy
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bitch screamin yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich,
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Creepin up slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G',
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Pullin licks to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty,
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(Spice1)(raggae)
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Now we got to use the tech cause 5-0 bond the AK,
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The 1-8-7 posse robbin the bank and away.
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(Boss)
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My nigga g-nut, What up?
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(G-nut)
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Nut up, cause we aint fena stop.
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(Boss)
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I'm goin kamakazi in the lobby before the robbery, pop, I killed a cop,
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(Spice1)
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Like Bonnie and Clyde call it the muthafuckin stick up,
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Pick up, 85 smooth'll make this uzi wanna hiccup.
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So kick up the cash for I blast with this jason mask,
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Quit tryna fuck wit a pyscho path,
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(Chorus)
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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'
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Don't ring the alarm 'g'
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(Boss)
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I'm running up out the bank bailin clean to the bucket,
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You probably neva seen a bitch that's showing you niggas a how to properly do
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it, huh'
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we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get getaway then that loot is
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gettin hid away,
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Counting up the cash but pigs behind us just as we was bailin,
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I'm givin a signal to my muthafuckin niggas trailin,
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And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's and I'm fena do them niggas
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for them muthafuckas do me in,
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It's kinda simple, shootem in the temple straight to the morgue I got mo'
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niggas then the ??? in pyscho ward,
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(Spice1)
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Yo 'G' it's gettin deeper and deeper,
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A muthafuckin flavor for the muthafuckin feva,
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The feva for the flavor of a muthafuckin jack,
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I look up in the bag 50 g's hundred stacks,
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My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch,
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Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas dumpin'em in a ditch,
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I must survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g',
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peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me,
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The coppers are comin deep as fuck just tryna catch a thug,
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The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood,
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Not givin a fuck so yo what's up I hear a wild pitch,
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Ima light this chronic and start some OK like coral shit, fena get a clip and
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kill this bitch and get my cash on,
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That's how we do it in ninety three I get's my blast on,
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I thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cut 'g',
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I'm bout to kill these muthafuckas that been follow'n me,
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I'm pullin my gloc out hear the helicopters comin, Pigs had us surrounded
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dropped the loot and started runnin.
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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'
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Don't ring the alarm 'g'
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The Heist (featuring Boss)
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| Spice 1 |
