Inside Job Lyrics - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - Xzibit

So it's one fifteen in the mornin' 

I'm comin' up, a hard day, serve 

We gettin' drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll 

Non-stop cash flow 

Twenty thousand dollars and the rest cuttin' Yayo 

We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up 

Get him on the phone, hurry up 'cause I ain't tryin to get stuck 

So what the fuck is the hold up? 

("Nigga sit your ass in a chair and I'll be right there") 

Reminds me I gotta shake the spot 

I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cop wait 

Yo, who is that man? 

("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back") 

That's when I shoulda got the heater 

But I was too busy in the kitchen countin' money 

And takin' shots of Tequila 

Started countin out twelve when it hit me with gallons of seman 

If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang 

Before I could yell out to lock the front 

Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck 

Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked 

I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap 

("Where's the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?") 

Woulda killed Terminators only D between us 

Is a stove and a refrigerator 

Came in and put the gauge to my chest 

Took the money off the table 

And said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?") 

You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman 

Twenty thousand cash, neatly stacked, wrapped in rubber bands 

Snatched the whole shit and broke out 

I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch 

Smashed out to the middle of the street started blastin' 

Dumpin' at the getaway car but they was mashin' 

I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action 

Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin 

These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty 

Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad 'cause the K-9 bit me 

Shipped me off downtown for the bookin' 

Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin' 

Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors 

One at the door, another one askin' questions 

Stupid shit like "Who was I shootin' at?" 

Was it gang related and where do they kick it at? 

But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people involved 

It was an inside job 

But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down 

Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss 

Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat 

Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet 

Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right 

Since I'm already here I'mma spend the night