(Hit-Boy) Check it out Everybody got a third eye, right? So when you don´t take heed, you feel the fall of your instinct
Things can go bad So bad, you might find yourself in a hole you can´t dig your way out of
Buzzin´ at the honeycomb, money on the mental Ski mask, gloves, two choppas and a pistol Outside dark like boss niggas thinkin´ We hit war, strike, leave soft niggas leakin´ Speakin´ on vicks on the list for the laydown How much the worth, plus dirt where they stay now Hustle gets whoever, we ain´t carin´ ´bout the odds Move with precision, and catch ´em by suprise
Ride for this money, yeah, we gotta run it smooth Scopin´ niggas, hope to win it, slidin´ on this move
Stupid ammunition for this mission, it´s a groove If everybody play they part, then can´t none of us lose Scooped up, then maced up, tape in this canister Heavy construction, we swing with the hammer
Knock down, my blood think we all saddled up Double check weapons, prepare for the rush Don´t nobody bust ´less it´s absolutely needed All the last means left to get to the precedence Snatch niggas seeds and laugh at they pleadin´ Block every option ´til cash is relinquished
Dashed out the tilt with my hands on the stick Piled in the G ride, mashed to the lick Headed ´cross the city on the backstreets crawlin´
Clicked it off safety as soon as I saw him Two body guards rotatin´ by the entrance Slid up quick, got straight to my business Doors flew open, the time slow motion The young nigga with us let his eyes start smokin´
Blood stayed soakin´ as the people stood frozen Wrecks in the open just to shit, we was hopeless Secure the location, secure, then we maced ´em Snatched up the boss, to the back where I take ´em
Fool, cooperation, you fuckin´ with some gangstas Tell us where the safe, or it´s murder in the makin´
Money all ya life now, I´ma do it right now Playin´ games, motherfucka, I´ma blow your lights out
Wait ´for you stretch ´em, cuz get the message We bank to the safe, scrape stacks full of cheddar Duffle bags stuffed with the jewels and the product Creepin´ out the crib and the pigs just pop up
As soon as a nigga got close to the bag Reached out for it and his hopes got dashed Everything swept up, gone in a flash One false move and the shit went bad, damn
Can I get a witness? Eastside niggas with the business
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