Bust guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde You me? Smell me? (That's right, you know?) take this one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape It's like that, you know what I mean? Follow, yo, yo, yo (Bonnie and Clyde y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun Check [Jay-Z] Let's go over the [Fox] I'mma pull up to the joint slow, hop out the van [Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a Show a little thigh, make nigga's eyes pop out him with the cleavage I want you to make nigga believe he 'bout eat it [Fox] I can let him see or Exactly [Fox] Two gun totin', I dimes stole [Jay-Z] Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from [Fox] Yeah, we promotin' We come for the coke and [Fox] All the in the spot [Jay-Z] Act funny, get [Fox] Nigga, high And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die [Fox] We stand goodbyes
[Jay-Z] In history me and bitch will be like Five together, right? Damn, seem like forever [Jay-Z] We trade [Fox] We blocks And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we hot
[1 - J] Now would you die for your [F] Yeah I'd die for my [J] Would you for your nigga? [F] I gets lie for my [J] you live for your nigga? [F] Do up big for you [J] Would you bid for nigga? [F] Shit, you my
[F] Would you for me? [J] robbery [F] you die for me? [J] I hang high from a [F] They ain't ready for us, [J] [F] Sound like and Clyde to me
I you like a vest do I'm the with a 380 special right next to you Glock out the stock And two guns, two hun', get down I this whole shit down ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I this rod niggas can't do a thing to this broad My hurt the same as y'alls been taught by the best, extorted the rest Wearin' a shit, crossin' my chest on the line, say prayers under my breath But knew I'd be 'aight 'cause there to my left (Right)
Over baby, you baby Big gun right over your left shoulder Same that taught you how to hold that 80 From day one 'til we old and Let's kill the
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Ran up at The bank robbers in our routine is like St. swimmin' hit the floor, guys and women Kids rush for the Keep cry to a limit Time ma, we got about 5 minutes Before the rush and the FBI's in it That up to something, look, his eyes are squinted
[Fox] Don't let that button be the why you're finished
[Jay-Z] Yeah, the the limit 'til we reach B.I.G Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did [Jay-Z] reverse the six, let's murd' head jerk Almost got We got a shitload of cash Throws it in the Long as we shitin' like this Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' this You my for life I'm Bonnie like this I can see us gettin' rich like this
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