theoriii - the job (part 2) lyrics
aite aite aite, what do we got here, what do we got here
we got the 3 guns, we got the clips
we got the blot cutters you know
we got the tranquilizer in case the damsel in distress doesn’t wana die because she got kids at home
we got the get away car we driving in the sh+t right now
we got bags, we got the masks
n+gga don’t, don’t say my f+cken name remember that!
we got the id cards, we got the shovels
10 minutes tops you heard!
picked nafi and pacman at the pitstop, the local bar over there
they needed liquid courage, the tension was in the air
i told the n+ggas they should be wide awake, f+cken beware
no k!lling, 10 minutes tops, no f+ck ups, i swear to god!
get to the gates, cut the lights, cut the lock in the middle
ski masks and the bags
creeped like we’re triplets in a tweedle
“security guard oh sh+t shot the f+cker in the head!”
“hold on pacman sh+t, the b+tch don’t want n0body dead + nafi!”
dropped the body in the ditch, the pig was still alive
nafi’s been taking boxing all year, classes after 5
we looking for the main office with the rock inside
i ain’t leaving without that diamond, i ain’t a n+gga who “tries”, shhhit
fake id worked like a charm, we in smooth as day
open the door to find 007 type sh+t on display
red beams, motion detector, facial recognition type sh+t
don’t fret i’m the architect, got all the tools in my kit
i did it i did it, the beams and sh+t are all off
grab the diamond don’t touch nothing, put the bags in the box
kick the waking guard in the mouth, don’t want no regrets
then sped off into the night smoking a d+mn cigarette
the job!
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