Bust guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde You hear me? me? (That's right, you know?) I'mma take one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape real like that, you know what I mean? Follow, yo, yo, yo (Bonnie and Clyde y'all)
Gun check [Fox] Let's go over the plan [Fox] pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van [Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a Show a little thigh, this nigga's eyes pop out him with the cleavage I want you to this nigga believe he 'bout eat it I can let him see or feel [Jay-Z] [Fox] Two gun totin', I dimes stole [Jay-Z] Ain't nothin' stop me and hon from rollin' Yeah, we done promotin' [Jay-Z] We come for the and All the money in the spot [Jay-Z] Act funny, get [Fox] Nigga, high [Jay-Z] And I hope of y'all niggas got plans to die We can't stand goodbyes
[Jay-Z] In history me and this bitch be like years together, right? [Fox] Damn, seem forever [Jay-Z] We shots We spray blocks [Jay-Z] And we never Yeah, but we stay hot
[1 - J] Now would you die for nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my [J] Would you ride for your [F] I lie for my nigga [J] Would you for your nigga? [F] Do up big for you [J] you bid for your nigga? [F] Shit, you my
[F] you ride for me? [J] Rapper [F] you die for me? [J] I hang high a tree [F] They ready for us, nigga [J] [F] like Bonnie and Clyde to me
I protect you a vest do I'm the lady with a 380 right next to you poppin' out the stock And it's two guns, two hun', get I tear this whole shit They ain't know the vault, bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I this rod Y'all niggas can't do a to this broad My hurt the same as y'alls I've taught by the best, extorted the rest Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my Life on the line, say prayers under my But knew I'd be 'aight 'cause there to my left (Right)
Over baby, you baby Big gun right over left shoulder baby nigga 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 robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin' hit the floor, guys and women Kids for the door Keep cry to a limit Time check ma, we got 5 minutes Before the authorities rush and the in it teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted
[Fox] Don't let that button be the reason why finished
Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G [Fox] Meet Jesus, confess to him all the we did [Jay-Z] Gotta reverse the six, murd' head jerk Almost got We got a shitload of cash Throws it in the as we keep shitin' like this Shit, ain't fuckin' with this You my Clyde for I'm your like this I can see us gettin' rich this nigga
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