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You movin type shakey
Are sure you wanna do this

When he see the piece
I bet he show us where the loot is

Silver moon
Dark sky
Rain droppin
On da leaves
Creepin in the ride
This is gonna be a breeze
Two hot heads
Tryna get em for the cheese
Lick talkin on the phone
While he tryna find the keys

Itch Itchy
Trigger finger
Better
Hope they don't squeeze
Silence on the gun
Is like a whistle
In the breeze
Block lookin dry
They ain't pree DT
This the typa shit
That you see on TV

Steppin out the whip
Black trench in the rain
One short dude
Other big body frame
Left right left
Each step is the same
Focused on the mission
Both heads in the game

Caught em lackin'
On the porch
Damn that's a shame 
Never seen in comin
So Who can he blame?
Make one false move
Then it's cartilage
And brain
He ain't stressin'
This is his domain
It's just a little pressure
But he know to maintain

Dont move, don't talk, hand over dem keys
This Smith and Wesson Nicknamed Hercules

I got a wife and kids
Please sir no please
Leave while you can
I'm telling you please

Don't make a noise
Do we speak Chinese

It's one to your head
But they both Siamese

Let us in the house
What's the code
To the safe
Two,seven,one,two,one,eight,eight

Just know you gon die
If I gotta show my face
I'll make you disappear
This will be a cold case
Like dexter Morgan
I'll leave no trace

Walkin' up the stairs
Heart beating out the chest
The guy past out
Due to cardiac arrest
This the typa shit that'll
Put em to the test
This is acting at its best

One guy starts
To panic
How you get me in this mess?
He coulda had a gun
I ain't even wear a vest

I'm here for the money
No more no less..'

Ight my nigga whatever

Now that we got the code
It's time to find the safe
Check the least known spots
Like a uncommon place
Keep Yah eyes wide open
Like a cocaine face

Let's do the job right
We can't leave no trace
Job well done
Once we make it through the gates
It's hard to find the car
Cause we switched those plates

Make it through the gates?
That's nothing we could do dat

This nigga kicked the bucket
Ain't shit for us to shoot at

Niggas look sick
Like they finna throw a fit
Searched every room
But they couldn't find shit

Masked up
No face no case
Time to get low
They ain't tryna do the race

They was Walking to the door
But it's something outa place

It was a body on the floor
Now It's gone without a trace

Gun clock
This nigga got a gun
No smile straight face

Okay you caught me slippin'
Let me show you how it's done

Put these cuffs on your wrist
Cause It's time to have some fun

You thought I was a bitch
I know you thought I was the one

We going downstairs
You will never see the sun

Walking down stairs
Face to face with death
On the right they seen a corpse
With some organs on the left

You shoulda thought twice
Cause your plan wasn't wise
You live by the sword
Time to meet your demise

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