You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad villain Leanin, in the Gremlin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick this nigga up Two ski masks, on my a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my (yeah) You god damn right motherfucker it's on what's the plan? It's a come up, nigga load ya gun up gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor You know that bitch that I to fuck -- named Theresa (Yeah nigga, the big ass butt) her brother was a client of mine Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas time (yeah) Well I got a caper (uh) And if we it off right we can come up on a stack of paper go the plan: me, you, and him cause the drivin the bus is down with us Call Toones and tell him to give you a ride and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at past five Since old people trust young niggaz none you gotta be disguised like a senior worry about escape cause it's OK I'll be chillin behind all the motherfuckin way loc And I wanna see you act up but if trip you better handle that shit Nah man fuck this, this sound shady as fuck You gon' around and have us all stuck motherfucker Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' and let's make some dough, this: Nuttin plus nuttin equal grab the motherfuckin money and run [WC] Right on WC Diamond in the back, sun cracked Tank on E, low on cash, oohh-woo (some R&B sample) "Straight jackin" So now it's goin to plan I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior on a bus full of old motherfuckers Wavin they singin, "I love Jesus!" And now my concious is with me cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel And I askin no questions Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point Cause I was told at on the dot No matter the spot, to execute the And my read 6:59 So aww ducky, quack quack it's yo' time Hands in the air! *pop pop pop* This is a nigga, and I'm startin from the back Necklaces, anklets to to the Rolexes, I'm takin all shit, huh I had em shakin, fadin, money breakin fillin my bag up bacon out the window at Coolio yellin out a car on the of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!" Yo, we gon' handle loc I told him Janet Jackson, I had it under control But I was bein greedy takin too long So peep the verse but first the chorus of song goes Standin in the middle of the A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga up before swoop, and you get us all stuck!" Aight so now I'm on my way to the Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to He was with us on our shady operation So he pulled the bus over no hesitation But that's when the drama in "Motherfucker take that!" *blam* I got shot in the back up and who did I see? This bitch-made ass bus puttin slugs in Dub C Twistin afflicted, like syphillis Lookin at death and I'm up flesh Ran to the car, "Coolio I've hit" "Huh?" "I told you the shit like a motherfuckin twist!" Wait, wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?! This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him Cool here come nigga grab your gun [Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me fun Forty-four in the right hand, in the left So I put twelve in his motherfuckin chest I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch yo' gift That's you get for the twist, yea 2X [WC] Circle nigga