The Heist Lyrics - Boss

(Spice1) 

It's the muthafuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G', 

It's the b-o-s-s and s-p-i-c-e, 

So, put this glock in yo panties (right), 

and we gon rob these muthafuckas for every nook and crany, 

My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped with the AK that's how us eastbay 

niggas ride, Playa, 

Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and when I do, Blow that old ass 

security guard outta his shoes, 

(Boss) 

We'll ayo nigga gimmie the shit so boss can unload a full clip a trigga happy 

bitch screamin yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich, 

Creepin up slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G', 

Pullin licks to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty, 

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(Spice1)(raggae) 

Now we got to use the tech cause 5-0 bond the AK, 

The 1-8-7 posse robbin the bank and away. 

(Boss) 

My nigga g-nut, What up? 

(G-nut) 

Nut up, cause we aint fena stop. 

(Boss) 

I'm goin kamakazi in the lobby before the robbery, pop, I killed a cop, 

(Spice1) 

Like Bonnie and Clyde call it the muthafuckin stick up, 

Pick up, 85 smooth'll make this uzi wanna hiccup. 

So kick up the cash for I blast with this jason mask, 

Quit tryna fuck wit a pyscho path, 

(Chorus) 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

(Boss) 

I'm running up out the bank bailin clean to the bucket, 

You probably neva seen a bitch that's showing you niggas a how to properly do 

it, huh' 

we blastd to the getaway, we spread away, niggas get getaway then that loot is 

gettin hid away, 

Counting up the cash but pigs behind us just as we was bailin, 

I'm givin a signal to my muthafuckin niggas trailin, 

And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's and I'm fena do them niggas 

for them muthafuckas do me in, 

It's kinda simple, shootem in the temple straight to the morgue I got mo' 

niggas then the ??? in pyscho ward, 

(Spice1) 

Yo 'G' it's gettin deeper and deeper, 

A muthafuckin flavor for the muthafuckin feva, 

The feva for the flavor of a muthafuckin jack, 

I look up in the bag 50 g's hundred stacks, 

My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch, 

Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas dumpin'em in a ditch, 

I must survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g', 

peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me, 

The coppers are comin deep as fuck just tryna catch a thug, 

The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood, 

Not givin a fuck so yo what's up I hear a wild pitch, 

Ima light this chronic and start some OK like coral shit, fena get a clip and 

kill this bitch and get my cash on, 

That's how we do it in ninety three I get's my blast on, 

I thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cut 'g', 

I'm bout to kill these muthafuckas that been follow'n me, 

I'm pullin my gloc out hear the helicopters comin, Pigs had us surrounded 

dropped the loot and started runnin. 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g' 

Don't ring the alarm 'g'