歌曲 | Fast Money |
歌手 | Big Pun |
专辑 | Capital Punishment |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rios | |
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night? | |
Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin | |
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill ****** him | |
Oral torture, no doubt, the ************t is holocaust | |
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot | |
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
Chorus: | |
Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
For the fast money, I smash a ******z ************t like a crash dummy | |
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place | |
Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh) | |
Their security system's linear laser protection | |
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
The safe flies open, the ************ning was blinding my eyes | |
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!" | |
Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians | |
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
Cuban said, "****** it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
Chorus 2X | |
Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my ************ne away | |
Let's show these pigs how much we give a ****** about a brighter day | |
I ******ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
Threw the ************ over my shoulder and used her butt as a ************eld | |
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster mother****** they gaining" | |
I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself | |
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin | |
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad ******z reachin |
zuo ci : Rios | |
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
Who can I trust? Cuban' ll bust plus nbsp? good thief the night? | |
Here' s the plan plan, we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
Nah chill, that' s too ill, for real I' d rather kill somethin | |
Here' s the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill him | |
Oral torture, no doubt, the t is holocaust | |
In two minutes tops he' s guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
It' s settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
Takin a chance, I' ve only got one my hundred shot | |
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
Chorus: | |
Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
For the fast money, I smash a z t like a crash dummy | |
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
Look at my face and I' ma shoot the place | |
Aiyyo the plot thickens, I' m pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold oh oh | |
Their security system' s linear laser protection | |
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
It' s poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
The safe flies open, the ning was blinding my eyes | |
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
That' s when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
Pointing at the building screamin, " I can see them, kill em!" | |
Snipers was willing but couldn' t, there' s too many civilians | |
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
Cuban said, " it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
Chorus 2X | |
Aiyyo it' s time to pay, and I ain' t trying to give my ne away | |
Let' s show these pigs how much we give a about a brighter day | |
I ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
Said, " See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
of Black Rhino' s and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
Threw the over my shoulder and used her butt as a eld | |
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
Cuban said, " Move your fat ass faster mother they gaining" | |
I gave him the case, told him, " Go ahead save yourself | |
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
For real, that' s when I heard the tires screechin | |
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad z reachin |
zuò cí : Rios | |
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
Who can I trust? Cuban' ll bust plus nbsp? good thief the night? | |
Here' s the plan plan, we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
Nah chill, that' s too ill, for real I' d rather kill somethin | |
Here' s the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill him | |
Oral torture, no doubt, the t is holocaust | |
In two minutes tops he' s guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
It' s settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
Takin a chance, I' ve only got one my hundred shot | |
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
Chorus: | |
Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
For the fast money, I smash a z t like a crash dummy | |
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
Look at my face and I' ma shoot the place | |
Aiyyo the plot thickens, I' m pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold oh oh | |
Their security system' s linear laser protection | |
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
It' s poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
The safe flies open, the ning was blinding my eyes | |
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
That' s when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
Pointing at the building screamin, " I can see them, kill em!" | |
Snipers was willing but couldn' t, there' s too many civilians | |
Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
Cuban said, " it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
Chorus 2X | |
Aiyyo it' s time to pay, and I ain' t trying to give my ne away | |
Let' s show these pigs how much we give a about a brighter day | |
I ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
Said, " See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
of Black Rhino' s and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
Threw the over my shoulder and used her butt as a eld | |
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
Cuban said, " Move your fat ass faster mother they gaining" | |
I gave him the case, told him, " Go ahead save yourself | |
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
For real, that' s when I heard the tires screechin | |
Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad z reachin |