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Bust it |
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Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn' |
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I just finished doin a song |
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Now I'm ready for sleep |
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But first I want spaghetti to eat |
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In this good Italian restaurant right up the street |
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So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat |
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Then I got a beep |
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My voice is harsh, barely can speak |
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I called back on the cell |
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It's Coley, mad as hell |
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He told me to listen well as he started to yell |
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'I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend |
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And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn' |
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'It's my wife, you sure?' |
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'Yeah I'm sure |
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I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door' |
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'Yo, say no more, which one?' |
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'The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge' |
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'We goin' hurt those hoes' |
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'And hurt both of them kids' |
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Now I'm in the Range |
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Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change |
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I can't wait to touch the lames and them ****in dames |
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Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation |
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These niggas ****in up my reputation |
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I saw Coleone holdin the chrome |
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Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill |
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And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup |
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Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up |
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'Yo, who that in the background?' |
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'It's Tommy Giss' |
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'Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down |
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Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out' |
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'Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute |
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And pull our gats out and throw our mask on |
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We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone' |
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'We goin to get our laugh on when we're through |
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But right now we got a job to do' |
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'So let's do it' |
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Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk |
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Put the gat to her dress-shirt |
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Told her to listen up before she get hurt |
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'They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males |
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What room they got?' |
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She paused and said '212' |
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Took the steps now I'm out of breath |
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I gotta stop smokin |
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Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death |
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My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off |
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Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off |
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Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase |
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I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face |
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Then my other two niggas ran in |
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Each had a cannon |
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Ready to take care, how we done planned it |
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'These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate' |
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We know they got stacks |
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Cause they don't move with nothin but weight |
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We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use |
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Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose |
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'Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face |
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So I just had your back |
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You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at' |
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He gave me the address then I ran outside |
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But first I took the keys to his van outside |
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And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash |
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A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash |
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I was dumb glad |
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The sit didn't fit in one bag |
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So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth |
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And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck |
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When I got back, Coley done popped them punks |
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'Hey yo', **** it L, we might as well pop these studs' |
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Man that's four bodies |
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Two outta-towners and two hotties |
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And after that we ain't sleep for three days |
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We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways |
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Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded |
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Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
