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 Coolio up Two ski masks, on my a nine on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You god right motherfucker it's on again what's the plan? It's a motherfuckin come up, load ya gun up gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor You know that bitch that I used to fuck -- named (Yeah nigga, the big ass butt) Well her brother was a of mine some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah) Well I got a caper (uh) And if we pull it off right we can come up on a of paper Here go the me, you, and him cause the nigga the bus is down with us Call Crazy and tell him to give you a ride and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past old people don't trust young niggaz none you be disguised like a senior citizen Don't worry about cause it's OK I'll be chillin close all the motherfuckin way loc And I wanna see you act up but if trip you better handle that shit Nah man this, this shit sound shady as fuck You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' nigga and make some dough, check this: Nuttin plus equal none grab the motherfuckin money and run [WC] Right on WC Diamond in the back, sun cracked Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, (some R&B sample) "Straight jackin" So now it's goin to plan I'm on the back of the bus like a senior citizen on a bus full of old motherfuckers Wavin they bibles singin, "I Jesus!" And now my is fuckin with me cause I'm about to rob the entire choir And I ain't askin no Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point Cause I was told at on the dot No the spot, to execute the plot And my watch read So aww shucky ducky, quack quack yo' time Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop This is a jack nigga, and I'm from the back Necklaces, to bracelets to the Rolexes, I'm all they shit, huh I had em shakin, steady fadin, breakin my bag up with bacon Lookin out the window at out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!" Yo, we gon' handle loc I told him like Jackson, I had it under control But I was bein greedy takin too long So peep the next verse but first the chorus of goes Standin in the middle of the A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to my escape wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry 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 down us on our shady operation So he the bus over with no hesitation But that's the drama kicked in "Motherfucker that!" *blam* Damn 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 and I'm coughin up flesh Ran to the car, "Coolio been hit" "Huh?" "I told you the shit sound like a twist!" Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK ON?! This nigga must be trippin, we have to kill him [WC] Cool here come grab your gun [Coolio] Alright, I'm have me some fun in the right hand, nine in the left So I put twelve rounds in his chest I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but here's yo' gift That's you get for the twist, yea 2X [WC] Maad nigga