drop it off drop it off bitch i got a sawed off put that money in the bag ho i ll blow yo ass off it all started out cool and calm we had it under control we had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor my nigga paul had them yawks and bullet proof vests juicy dropped off the 600 the get away the best we had an in sider that was working for union planners she told us everyday at 6 o clock they turn off the cameras at 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and bananas six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras so that gives us twenty five minutes to get in and out we gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt i got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout and if its business they comin quicker that s what they bout god as my witness we gonna get this one some way some how with thirty million dollars in diamonds we can t miss out the plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out it s going down five o clock and we loading the trucks up get the 40 s get the vests get the masks get the pump don t forget the smoke bombs to cloud them out when we get done man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun six o clock pulling up and we know surveillance off six o five guards are breaking and were waiting on the cough that s the sign to come in and lay everyone on the ground units in faces of customers so they don t make a sound keep your guns up and your masks on till the cash gone now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on 8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click back into rotation on the bank and they scope out the shit got the jewelry got the loot situations looking cool all of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot so many rounds is wizzin by me i don t see how i ain t dead smooth stepped in the way with a ak and shot the cop in his head we got the diamonds in the stash spot and 10 in he tank but the police on our tail an officer down in the bank so we hit the gas threw the masks lost the vests and ditched the gats made a corner hit it fast man these folks all on our ass push the 600 to the limit we doin a dance frayser hit the brakes goin 150 tryin to make em crash tripping in the back seat cause i m high up off that mary jane talkin crazy its over this time and it ain t funny man balling down lamar dodging cars and we ain t tryin to stop my rolley onion came off of a side street and smacked a cop but they still comin its seven of em and they catching quick after sunroof i through a smoke bomb and they got lost in it make a left a right a quick left pulling to this driveway turn your tail lights off and just park and dont go no where just stay pokey off our trail hot as hell but we still gotta shoot back to headquarters to come forward separating the loot