M.O.P. - Heistmasters

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Heistmaster Get paid nigga!
Heistmaster Let’s get paid nigga!
Heistmaster Get paid nigga!
Heistmaster Let’s get paid!
Everybody hit the floor, you know what time it is
Old bitch, don’t move, take off the jewels and shine-eses
Papi play the game right, and ery’thang’ll be aight
It ain’t no time for concentration
Get over there papi tell 'em the combination
Tell 'em Ron’s got his car keys
I don’t give a fuck if he beg, Boom shoot him in the head
Somebody comin in on the side
Fuck the bizzo get the money and shit, make sure that motherfucker die
Dolo (?) fuckin standin there lookin silly
Yo Boom, give me a hand
He went outside to the car y’all
It’s (?) and dark black, I’m dumpin papi off at the Baha
Yeah because this old bitch is blowin up the spot
They say nigga do anything for dough
And now I’m the nigga with the dough, so old bitch, you gotta go
Yo I’ve been schemin on the spot for about a year
And now you got what you want, so let’s get out of here
We ain’t no motherfuckin joke
We caught ten thou', and a motherfuckin ounce of weed to smoke
Yo… oh shit, five-oh!
Let’s get the fuck up out of Dodge
I’mma make a right here
Yeah, drop us off by the garage
We gotta get away, some way, some how
The cop’s on our ass, feet don’t fail me now
I say we must to let the A. K. pop
Cause I ain’t playin with these K. K. Kops
The punk motherfucker kept goin
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
Shanghai nigga, Lil' Fame (I got the pound)
(?) til them niggas tellin me the straw’s down
Run up on 'em from all angles can you dig it fool?
Face down get on the ground
Shut the fuck up punk it’s M.O.P. you know our style
Yo (?) keep your eyes on the sneaky chick
Sean duke got jewels, go 'head and grab it
Shack, anybody move, let everybody have it
(Bill chill 'til we find the stash)
Roll with us or we gon' roll right over your ass
Now where that motherfuckin money homes?
Where the llello?
Cool, breeze, twenty G’s
Two ki’s, I sent my nigga fat B’s
Suppose we go in your clothes and take your doughs
After that hit you in your back with the deuce-fo'
Heistmaster, known to cause disaster
Robbed the world, in ten minutes, or faster
Move 'em out
Duke in the fatigue got somethin up his sleeve
Strapped made a move towards me while we was breakin North
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass
ANTE UP NIGGA! Give me the cash
ANTE UP MOTHERFUCKER! Or that’s yo' ass