Mentally Blunted - Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) lyrics

(Spice-1) 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 (Boss) Well aiyyo 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 (Boss) 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 (Spice-1) Like Bonnie & Clyde called it the motherf**in stick-up Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this Uzi wanna hiccup So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask Quit tryin to f** with a psychopath (Chorus w/variations) Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' (Boss) 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 Send them to the morgue I got my n***as from the ore And motherf**ers are bore, uh (Spice-1) 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, 100 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 wha**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 (Chorus w/ variations) Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' Don't ring the alarm 'G' (*Several gun shots*)