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Eightball & MJG
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Armed Robbery
(Eightball)
On the other side of town
moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got to the area, stop then took a glance
puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants
where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime
do the crime waste no time then I'm going to get mine
waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law
jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal
then fired up a square man doing about 1-10
looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere
messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop
crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet
J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet
jumped out of the truck with fast P's right behind my ass
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
took to the air yea I got away scott-free
fired up a Mac j P's didn't catch me
countin all my money from a strong armed robbery...
(MJG)
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth
dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out
swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss
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did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this
I put the money in the spot
took the clothes that I got
tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask
changed clothes in between spots
hands, spot-C
the designated area we call spot-B
see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan
the man, money soon in they hand
get over get up and jet
bounce the set
the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested
MJG testing his strategy..
wit' a slick armed robbery
(Eightball)
Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica
thinking about why I took the money for the faka
me living poor and wishing to be richer
and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture
of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me
just because I took a little money in a robbery
landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads
smoking on the gunja messing with my head
the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club
I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs
jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away
ran to the hills where I hid for a few days
no, I'm not the one that they will catch soon
bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms
I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D
I plead guilty to armed robbery!
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