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Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
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[Believe that, boy]
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You're strapped?
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[Yeah, you know it]
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Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
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[Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves]
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*pow*
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["Alright everybody..."]
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This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
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Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
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Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass
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I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
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My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
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This ain't personal, but now I'm about
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to commit a crime and go thru with it
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You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
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Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
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Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
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Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
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so me and the punk can go one on one
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Cover the lens on the TV screen
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you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
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Lock the doors, and throw away the key
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Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
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and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit
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and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
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Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt
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That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so
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Chorus:
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["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*
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(repeat 4X)
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[Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off]
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Allright...
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Empty your pockets, but do it slow
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Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
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Don't make me have to set an example today
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and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
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I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
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takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
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Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
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Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
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who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
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I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
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But back to the bitches I'm peepin
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and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin
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Took her to the backroom, about to jack
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Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
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I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
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There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
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I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
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Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
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The suspense was makin' me sick
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She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
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I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
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[What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man]
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Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
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because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so
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[Chorus]
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[I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
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Anybody moves and I shoot]
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Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
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cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks
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Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
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[Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?]
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Hurry up and get on
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Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?
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I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
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or else five of ya bitches are comin with me
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[Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
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This is the only chance to turn yourself in]
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Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
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and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
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We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
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and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
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We want a copter, so we can get away clean
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and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
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One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
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but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
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[Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!]
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[MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
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now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun]
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[Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
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or else the tear gas is about to blast]
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I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
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to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
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The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin
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with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
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Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
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at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop
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And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
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cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
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My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
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So, y'all know what time it is
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Chorus
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[Police: Well I'm givi |