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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Vocals
Danny O
Danny O
Programming
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny O
Danny O
Producer
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EQ
Producer
Kevin Stone
Kevin Stone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Nikos Teneketzis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
Ken Ifill
Ken Ifill
Recording Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight
Here's the plan, we nab the man, bring a camcorder
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah, chill, that's too ill, for real, I'd rather kill somethin'
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, that shit is holocaust
In two minutes tops, he's guaranteed to cop and give up all the morsels
It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants, out for fast cash, level advance
Takin' a chance, I've only got one, my hundred shot
Tommy shot guns my judge, jury and Johnny Cochran
Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a ****'s shit like a crash dummy
Ask money, "Where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Aye yo, the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance
Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence
Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough
So they got the popo locked with a Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (Oh-oh)
Their security system's linear laser protection
No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'
Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault, second of course
It's poison, it sprays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt
Reppin' New York, it's the cat burglar, the fat murderer
Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserter
Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit
Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks
Back to the topic at the hand, the grand prize
The safe flies open, the shine almost blinded my eyes
I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold
Passed the dough to Cuban, started movin' for the back, let's go
That's when I heard the sirens, hopin' that my ears was lyin'
Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin'
Pointin' at the buildin' screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em"
Snipers was willin' but couldn't, there's too many civilians
Still inside, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die bustin' our guns"
Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a ****'s shit like a crash dummy
Ask money, "Where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash the **** shit like a crash dummy
Ask money, "Where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Aye yo, it's time to pay, and I ain't tryna give my shine away
Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day
I cock the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel
Said, "See you in hell coppers", and started poppin' like it was legal
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo
I got about a handful of Black Rhinos and two Rambos strapped to my ankles
I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield
I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remainin'
Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster, motherfucker, they gainin'"
I gave him the case, told him, "Go, 'head save yourself
Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em hell"
For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin'
Peeped and it was Joe and God with twenty Terror Squad **** reachin'
Written by: Christopher Rios
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