M.o.p. - Heistmasters Lyrics
[f] uhh![d] heistmaster [f] get paid nigga![d] heistmaster [f] lets get paid nigga![d] heistmaster [f] get paid nigga![d] heistmaster [f] lets get paid![f] everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is[d] old *****, dont move, take off the jewels and shine-eses{please dont shoot me mayn}[f] papi play the game right, and erythangll be aight{there go the safe!}[lil fame]It aint no time for concentrationGet over there papi tell em the combinationTell em rons got his car keysI dont give a ***** if he beg, boom shoot him in the head[danze]Somebody comin in on the side[lil fame]***** the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that mother*****er dieDolo (? ) *****in standin there lookin sillyYo boom, give me a hand {yo, where the ***** is billy? }He went outside to the car yallIts (? ) and dark black, Im dumpin papi off at the baha{lets hurry up before the shit get hot}Yeah because this old ***** is blowin up the spotThey say nigga do anything for doughAnd now Im the nigga with the dough, so old *****, you gotta go{*bang*} yo Ive been schemin on the spot for about a year[danze]And now you got what you want, so lets get out of here[lil fame]We aint no mother*****in jokeWe caught ten thou, and a mother*****in ounce of weed to smoke{*conversations for a second or two*}Yo... oh shit, five-oh!Lets get the ***** up out of dodge[danze]Ima make a right here[lil fame]Yeah, drop us off by the garageWe gotta get away, some way, some howThe cops on our ass, feet dont fail me nowI say we must to let the a.. k.. popCause I aint playin with these k.. k.. kops{just chill nigga, (? ) back and put the dough in}The punk mother*****er kept goinAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo ass[billy danze]Shanghai nigga, lil fame (I got the pound)(? ) til them niggaz tellin me the straws downRun up on em from all angles can you dig it fool?{yeah, click clak klow, nobody move!}Face down get on the ground {that shits foul}Shut the ***** up punk its m.o.p. you know our styleYo (? ) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick{aight - make a move ima bump you *****}Sean duke got jewels, go head and grab itShack, anybody move, let everybody have it{cli clack} (bill chill til we find the stash)Roll with us or we gon roll right over your assNow where that mother*****in money homes?{in the closet} where the llello?{in the dresser right there by the phone}Cool, breeze, twenty gsTwo kis, I sent my nigga fat bs[lil fame]Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs[billy danze]After that hit you in your back with the deuce-foHeistmaster, known to cause disasterRobbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster{head em up!} move em out {ay nigga its time to leave}Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeveStrapped made a move towards me while we was breakin north{yeah, I tore his mother*****in wig off}Ante up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo assAnte up nigga! [d] give me the cashAnte up mother*****er! [f] or thats yo ass[shout outs by m.o.p. members to the fade]
