[Chorus: repeat 4X]
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Drop it off drop it off
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Bitch I got a sawed off
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Put that money in the bag
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Hoe I'll blow yo ass off
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[Verse One]
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It all started out cool and calm, we had it under control
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We had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor
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My nigga Paul had them yawks and bullet-proof vests
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Juicy dropped off the 600 the get away the best
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We had an in-sider that was working for Union Planners
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She told us everyday at 6 o clock they turn off the cameras
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At 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and banannas
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Six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras
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So that gives us twenty five minutes to get in and out
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We gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt
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I got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout
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And if its business they comin quicker thats what they bout
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God as my witness we gonna get this one some way some how
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With thirty million dollars in diamonds we cant miss out
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The plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out
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Give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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It's going down five o'clock and we loadin the trucks up
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Get the 40's get the vests get the masks get the pump
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Dont forget the smoke bombs to cloud them out when we get done
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Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun
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Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off
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Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting on the cough
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Thats the sign to come in and lay everyone on the ground
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Units in faces of customers so they dont make a sound
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Keep your guns up and your masks on till the cash gone
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Now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on
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8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click
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Back into rotation on the bank and they scope out the shit
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Got the jewerly got the loot, situations looking cool
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All of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot
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So many rounds is wizzin by me I dont see how I aint dead
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Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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We got the diamonds in the stash spot, and 10 in he tank
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But the police on our tail an officer down in the bank
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So we hit the gas threw the masks, lost the vests and ditched the gats
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Made a corner, hit it fast, man these folks all on our ass
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Push the 600 to the limit, we doin a dance
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Fraiser hit the brakes goin 150 tryin to make em crash
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Trippin in the back seat cause im high up off that mary jane
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Talkin crazy, its over this time and it aint funny man
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Ballin down Lamar dodgin cars and we aint tryin to stop
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My Rolley onion came off of a side street and smacked a cop
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But they still comin, its seven of em, and they catchin quick
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After Sunroof I through a smoke bomb and they got lost in it
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Make a left a right a quick left, pullin to this driveway
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Turn your tail lights off and just park and dont go no where just stay
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Pokey off our trail hot as hell but we still gotta shoot
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Back to headquarters to come forward seperatin the loot
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Drop It Off
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Lil' Wyte |