(Spice-1)
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It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'
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It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E
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So, put this gat in your pants (right)
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And we gonna rob these motherfuckers
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for every nookie and cranny
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My nigga G-N-U-T is up inside
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He's trapped with the AK that's how us East Bay niggas ride
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Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
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And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
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(Boss)
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Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
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So Boss can load a full clip
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A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
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motherfuckers are makin us rich
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Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'G'
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Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
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Me and my glock to use my glock
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Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh)
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The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
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(Boss)
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My nigga G-Nut whattup?
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(Nutter, cause we ain't ?pit? stop)
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I know we got the caddy in the lobby
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for the robbery car to kill the cop
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(Spice-1)
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Like Bonnie & Clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
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Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this Uzi wanna hiccup
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So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask
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Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
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(Chorus w/variations)
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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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We runnin up out the bank
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Yelling "clear" to the public
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You probably never seen a bitch
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that's showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
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We rushed it to the getaway
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We slid away niggas get done away
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Then that loot is getting hid away
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Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
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I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
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And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's
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and thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
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Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
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Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
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And motherfuckers are bore, uh
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(Spice-1)
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Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper
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But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
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A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
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I looked up in the bag 50G's, 100 stacks
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My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
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Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers 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 so try to 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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I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
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I'm gonna light this chronic and start some OK like corral shit
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Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
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That's how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast on
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We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'G'
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I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
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I'm pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
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Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
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(Chorus w/ variations)
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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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(*Several gun shots*)
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Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)
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| Spice 1 |
