(Verse 1)
Get on the ground everybody down it’s a stick up
Im stiff stuck lookin’ at the dents in their pick up
‘Jesus’, a lady screamed, fallin on the floor quick
seein she was seated in the beam from the four fifth
‘don’t flinch or Im shootin his clip moved and
hit the wall ‘stay low’, his accent Cuban
guess he’s the leader, the other two already shanked a fella
took a 9 milla pulled a trigga on the bankin teller
Damn I thought while the three were still confused
Black masks on their faces thinkin’ ‘fuck what will we do?’
I crept fast got the gun and cocked the tech back
Popped one straight in the head and saw his neck snap
Fuck it I aint goin out my rushes consumed
Plus I frontin cause I aint got nothing ta lose
His Face Bruised On the Way to the door Move!!!!!!
(Silence)
I Got away Easy Even Scott Free
But the Hold still anit done for the Last 3!!
The chiefs screamin’, ‘come out with ya hands up
Im plugged with tyrant the number seven comes in sight
for the simple fact I tried ta save a pregnant womans life
Then i saw the Life Gun Shots are Fired its over Now
its grim and morbid Im mauled, my Heart under pressure
in the dimest torment She fall, asleep on the stretcher
my brothers sighin', and in the corner my mothers cryin
my last vision was him leavin the lady stuck and the baby