SilverMoon
Brushem
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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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