It's the motherf**in' 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 motherf**ers
For every nookie and cranny
My n***a G-N-U-T is up inside
He's trapped with the AK that's how us East Bay n***as ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald a** security guard out his shoes
Well Aye yo n***a gimme the sh**
So Boss can load a full clip
A trigger-happy b**h screamin' "get down"
Motherf**ers 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 n***a G-Nut whattup?
(Nutter, 'cause we ain't pit stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to k** the cop
Like Bonnie and Clyde called it the motherf**in' 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** 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 b**h
That's showin' you n***as how to properly f**in' huh
We rushed it to the getaway
We slid away n***as get done away
Then that loot is getting hid away
Livin' in the fast watch the sh** get hot as we were bailin'
I'm givin' a signal to my motherf**in' n***as trailin'
And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's
And thinkin' doin' those n***as before them motherf**ers do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my n***as from the ore
And motherf**ers are bore, uh
Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherf**in' fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherf**in' jet
I looked up in the bag 50G's, a hundred stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love b**h
n***a, talkin' about k**in' motherf**ers dumpin' 'em in a ditch
I must survive 'G' they won't take me alive 'G'
Peepin' out these n***as up in the van who been trailin' me
The coppers are comin', deep as f** so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin is slippin' on one of these n***as blood
I'm givin' a f** so yo whats up I feel a wild pitch
I'm gonna light this chronic and start some OK like corral sh**
Then k** this b**h, 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 k** these motherf**ers 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