I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
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Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night?
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Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
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Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
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Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin
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Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
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Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
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In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
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It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
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We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
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Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
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Out for the fast cash, level advance
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Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
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tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran
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[Chorus:]
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Movin on the stash, first we get the cash
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For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
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Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced
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Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
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Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance
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Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
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Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so
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they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh)
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Their security system's linear laser protection
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No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin
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Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course
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It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt
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Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer
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Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer
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Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit
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Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks
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Back to the top again, hand the grand prize
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The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes
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I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
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Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow
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That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin
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Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin
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Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!"
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Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians
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Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run
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Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"
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[Chorus 2X]
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Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away
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Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
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I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel
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Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal
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We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
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Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
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Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful
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of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles
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I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
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Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
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I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining
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Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining"
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I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself
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Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell"
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For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin
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Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin
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[conversation and gunfight to fade]
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Fast Money
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