Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist)
Spice 1
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It's the motherfuckin' heist so don't ring the alarm 'G' It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E So, put this gat in your pants (right) And we gonna rob these motherfuckers For every nookie and cranny My nigga G-N-U-T is up inside He's trapped with the AK that's how us East Bay niggas ride Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes Well Aye yo nigga gimme the shit So Boss can load a full clip A trigger-happy bitch screamin' "get down" Motherfuckers are makin' us rich Creepin' in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'G' Pullin' lace to get rich with 187 faculty Me and my glock to use my glock Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh) The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a My nigga G-Nut whattup? (Nutter, 'cause we ain't pit stop) I know we got the caddy in the lobby For the robbery car to kill the cop Like Bonnie and Clyde called it the motherfuckin' stick-up Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this Uzi want to hiccup So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask Quit tryin' to f*ck with a psychopath Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G We runnin' up out the bank Yelling "clear" to the public You probably never seen a bitch That's showin' you niggas how to properly fuckin' huh We rushed it to the getaway We slid away niggas get done away Then that loot is getting hid away Livin' in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin' I'm givin' a signal to my motherfuckin' niggas trailin' And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's And thinkin' doin' those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore And motherfuckers are bore, uh Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin' fever A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin' jet I looked up in the bag 50G's, a hundred stacks My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch Nigga, talkin' about killin' motherfuckers dumpin' 'em in a ditch I must survive 'G' they won't take me alive 'G' Peepin' out these niggas up in the van who been trailin' me The coppers are comin', deep as f*ck so try to catch a thug The only way I'm fallin is slippin' on one of these niggas blood I'm givin' a f*ck so yo whats up I feel a wild pitch I'm gonna light this chronic and start some OK like corral shit Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on That's how we doin' it in 93 I gets my blast on We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat 'G' I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin' me I'm pullin' my glock out I hear the helicopters comin' Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin' Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G Don't ring the alarm G
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Written by: GENTRY REED, LICHELLE LAWS, ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN
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