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Watch your back, yo, kid, it's on, it's on time Take ten of theirs 'cuz took one of mine niggas sound sweet, ain't nothing I think they packin' heat, ain't we cuttin'
Nigga, get up, your motherfucking head up Somebody gon' get whet up, does this look a set up? See that over there? Yeah, she tryin' to get attention Watch them niggas to your left, oh, see you mention and flinchin'
Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun Why the Hill Street make me refuse to leave my man? Nigga, leave I jump up and squeeze, nigga, breeze Down upstairs, get and bees and more toast
gettin' close, nigga, Larry These should be buried The situation's a tough I'm to get some more ammunition So we can this mission
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Bring it to 'em, kid, catch them before they slide True dat, you get the front, I creep from the Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough let shit go I figured that them punks was scheming from the get go
that noise, watch your back Nigga, get back, Bill, you at? here kid, I spot him Come on, but I'm your way, kid
I got him, watch yourself, them herbs What now? Let them slugs calm nerves motivate, wait, Pacino still chasin' We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he 'em
That's how it is when it's time to M.O.P. home fold They try to set us up, you a sin I'ma, chill, nigga, you know we gon' see them chumps
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Five O, go, yo, stash the Where your's? I just left my right there under the bammer Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for Why go straight when you know the man gon' be
Dip in the building, if the door's locked? Damn, we stop, the cops's surrounding the block And chumps are comin' fast Nigga, dig up in the building, hit the and bear last
Nigga, they right us, I ain't tryin' to get caught by the law Oh, shit, comin' in the building, open up the door Hurry up, I sittin' in no pen, nigga Five O it's us, let us in, nigga
Lock the door, cut them lights off, stash the Crack the safe and see where them is at They all over the place and we hard times at trial of a ghetto child
Alright, now you two, come out our hands up I give you ten seconds, come out our hands up We got the place surrounded, run [Incomprehensible] team respond, I need some up down here Send me some back up, I need some up, damn it Fuck 'em, yeah, 'em, fuck 'em