Spice 1 - Don't Ring The Alarm lyrics

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