Stickup

[Intro]
Yo what's up, you ready to do this shit?
Hell yea dog, I'm nervous as fuck though
Let's roll

[Verse 1]
Life's always been a struggle man, product of the system, got tired and hatched a plan
Stakeout for a week in a van, dummy plates, work schedules and even a getaway sedan
Gettin' ready on our way, nerves settin' in, this the real thing yea no more practicin' this one's for the win
Pullin' up, let's go over the plan again and make sure not to fuck it up 'cause I ain't rottin' away in no Pen

[Chorus]
This is a stickup, throw it in the bag
We're only here for monеy, quiet hag
Not one word or you'll be еatin' gun
Last chance, shut your mouth, we ain't here for fun (we're here)

[Verse 2]
Hands up! One wrong move and the coroner's pickin' your brains up from the floor in a plastic cup
We're only here for the money so don't try nothin' funny and everyone's goin' home nice and safe to their honey
Hey! Get your hand off that alarm or I'm choppin' off an arm and feedin' it to piggies at the nearest farm
Stay down, don't be a hero, be a clown and you'll end up bein' known as a past-tense noun

[Chorus]
This is a stickup, throw it in the bag
We're only here for money, quiet hag
Not one word or you'll be eatin' gun
Last chance, shut your mouth, we ain't here for fun

[Post-Chorus]
Hurry up and load that money
It's already been a minute and ten seconds we gotta go
I'm going as fast as I can man what do you want from me I can't go any fas-
Hey, hey, hey that guy, that one-

[Verse 3]
Stay still motherfucker, thought I told you not to move, what's the matter, you ain't got nothin' you care to lose?!
Better choose, my finger's loose on the trigger so don't try to be a bigger man when you ain't had no plan
Hey bro we gotta go, alarm was triggered minutes ago and the cops will be here any minute it's time to blow
We got 99k in dough, pretty good payday for a couple of John Doe
Fuck them, throw the money in let's go, smash on the pedal why the fuck is this so slow
Here they come I can hear 'em in the cut, oh no, they're gainin' on us now the highway is the only way to go

[Chorus]
This is a stickup, throw it in the bag
We're only here for money, quiet hag
Not one word or you'll be eatin' gun
Last chance, shut your mouth, we ain't here for fun

[Verse 4]
Givin' her everythin' we got and toppin' out at a hundred and twenty tryin' to not get shot
Now the trail is hot, no way we can go to the spot, no way I'm gonna go to jail and rot, I was thinkin' ocean breeze to go with my hots and cot, we need a try and slow down a cop or two, maybe the rest will stop to help their bro in blue
If you were us what you do, would you just give up or go down guns a blazin' to me the latter just sounds amazin'

[Chorus]
Was a stickup, think they got us bagged
Shootin' low to get the tires tagged
Rather die in hellfire then go back to the pen
Only seconds til' we crash, just a matter of when
Was a stickup think they got us bagged
Car pullin' in late's the thing that got us flagged
Rather die in hellfire then go back to the pen
Only seconds til' we crash, just a matter of - spikes!