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gully platoon - bank job lyrics

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[verse 1: pegz]

yeah
joe new, jump start the getaway car
chemically charged
detonators ready to blast
d-trix, lick a shot for the dead in iraq
like snipers on the rooftop, mentally scarred
espionage, junkyard wrestle (-ing/a mask [?])
send these retros back to the breakfast club
getting crushed by the velvet glove and iron fist
a blood diamond for wifey’s wrist

[verse 2: joe new]

divide the split
then walk with a million dollars
start a charity fund for the brazilian forest
send a letter to the british prime minister’s office
demanding freedom for our country like william wallace
then vanish like comets, to the loneliest planets
spend the rest of my days in a harmonious balance
sippin’ lime and lemonade
as i lie, i meditate
in the sand, in the sun on the island getaway

[verse 3: dialectrix]

the price your men have paid
a rhyming renegades
make major money hold it’s hyperventilate
i take my cash [?]
fly to venezuela
hide for 20 days
arrive at the location
invited jenna jameson
to ride my genitalia
making money cheques when i write on pen and paper
another k!ller, illegitimate lyric drop
that’s hidden as civilians where millions would rip ’em off

[chorus 1: all singing/rapping in unison]

put your hands up this is the bank job
three minutes till we’re sitting in handcuffs
n0body move, n0body get banged up
gully platoon, somethin’ for the gangsters

[sample 1]

three minutes
plenty of time to clean out the atm’s
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

[verse 4: dialectrix]

soon as the door knock
security’s awes drop
usin’ the sawn-off for the removal of your dosh
wired by fed-ex
dividing the excess
up, substantial amounts of retirement nest eggs

[verse 5: pegz]

f-ck buying a lexus
every dollar’s needed to defeat the foreign legion in french polynesia
my headhunters in west papua want freedom
giving non-believers epileptic body seizures
watch us on crimestoppers
try’na rob (clive rogers [?])
for a five dollar watch and a nice [?]
lookin’ banged up like biggie’s left eye socket
after f-ckin’ with the intricate [?]

[verse 6: joe new]

call it psychotic
call it ironic
as the economy drops, my profits skyrocket
(iconically slick [?]) through the corporate bank job
wroughting the jackpot
whilst performing the bank job

[chorus 2: all singing/rapping in turns and in unison]

heads nod, hands up
give us what we want
it’s the bank job, coming through, hitting every spot
so just let go, give it up, everything you got
it’s the g.p bank job, leaving with the lot

[sample 2]

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