A story of love, friendship....and robbery

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Hook: (PostmorteM)
Get that cash, pistolwhip his ass, put the sh*** in the bag
I AINT GOT NO TIME MOTHER f***A
Hurry up and load the truck so we can ride
It's a f***in Heist

Verse 1: (SmokaJoka)
Break up in this mother f***a, bust the clerk in his face
Grab the cash, talk some trash and ransack the whole place
Now it's time for the chase, rev the engines up
And speed through the city like you give a f***
Shootin at the cops, now whose gonna stop us
No one can drop us, its off to the hideout
So the heat'll die down, now we're inside now
I looked at Rapid and I dumped out the loot
Look at all this cash...so what do we do?
We go and get more that's the way to pursue
We wait a couple hours and hop in the getaway
No need to waste time we aint got everyday
What do ya say, I got a target in mind
A flawless design, that oughta be a goldmine
"That sounds fine"
Well let's get to it....it's a bet...you guys better go through it


Verse 2: (RapidFire)
Pull up at the store, walk in through the door...
I want all the money in the motha f***in drawer...
I'ma give you til 4 to get ya ass on the floor...
And if you make a sound I'll f***ing kill you, whore....
"Please don't kill me" *gunshot* F*** that...
Scoop the money out the drawer and I put it in the sack...
Grab her purse before I leave, and I look up at the camera...
Point my nine at it cock back the hammer...
Destroy the evidence, then I run back to the ride...
The door's already open, I jump inside....
Peel out the parking lot, can't believe we made it...
Oh shit, blue lights, the motha f***in cops are chasin...
Drive evasive, sh*** they're gainin on us, quick ditch this sh*** in the park...
And run through the woods they'll never find us in the dark...
Right? This sh*** can't be happenin man not now...
If I go to prison how the f*** I'ma get out?


Verse 3: (PostmorteM)
You get the teller, I'ma move to the cellar
And crack this f***in safe, bout to bank at the bank
Adjust the dial and wait for the click
Then lift the lever and wait for a clank
Alarm bells rang, I gotta grab the cash fast
Put it in my bag, pulled out the remote
Pushed the red button and gave the wall a blast
The truck rolls in so we can haul more cash

Pull away with the paper, from this crazy ass caper...
I think we're gonna make it, my f***in hands are shakin...
Shoot a witness on the way out, cuz we gotta get the pay out...
Ain't a f***in cop in sight so we pull up at the safe house...
Run through door, dump the money on the table...
Count this shit? I don't think I'd even be able...
Got atleast a 300 grand, think of how I'm gonna spend it...
I ain't ever gotta work until the day my life is ended...