Clock Work

Yeah doe<br>Names was changed to protect the guilty<br><br>They say that will power is the shield of our lives<br>To defense us in this world, as I`m waitin on the coup d`etat<br>Machine gun in my hand, every thought is unholy<br>Sold my soul several times for this mighty dollar<br>Now here I stand again in the same predicament<br>Finna hit the system where it hurts<br>Pull off this high-powered shit like clock work<br>First victim make a move, ride in a hearse<br>Word up, for bank robbery you gotta have big nuts<br>But that ain`t enough, you must have brains<br>The penitentiary is full of the fools who tried to take that risk<br>Only vets live to rob the game, and I`m one of the chosen few<br>Who ain`t scared to get they fetti, but smart enough to stick and move<br>Run in this bitch, gettin mani for the fuckin loot<br>And when I get away, no clues, no proofs<br>Desperado, I play a tune on my fully auto<br>Conduct a symphony on the gestapo<br>They never take me alive<br>Drinkin orange juice and genocide<br>And down to die in this process of pullin a heist<br>If need be, I`m in the low with the turf O.G.`s<br>Who go about to link nationally<br>Go in it for the risk and for the money<br>But we all fiend for the green<br>It`s like a pit, get his first taste of blood, he never be the same<br>Now that`s realer than this gat in my hand<br>Or the grill on my main man<br>As he run back our plan<br>And all the savages listen, it sound easy<br>Like takin candy from a infant, a pieace of cake<br>But we all know it ain`t that way<br>I know it`s wrong, but I say a little prayer before I run up in this bank<br>`Holy Father, don`t make a citizen misbehave<br>Get brave, or I`ma have to down him with this cane<br>And if the square behind the counter don`t push the alarm<br>Then I swear I won`t do no harm<br>And may my money not be laced with paint bombs<br>So I won`t have to black out and spray some<br>And these dogs I`m with, they won`t say nothin<br>But if they do, then let these snitch niggas die sufferin`<br>Amen, now let this hold-em-up shit begin<br>A couple of corners we bend<br>See the bank, hop out and blend in<br>Barge through the Savings & Loans do`<br>Bustin them choppers to let em know<br>When we say go<br>The security guard, he ain`t no problemo<br>Cause for 4.25 he ain`t tryin to die<br>And the people, they just wanna make it home<br>And not get dumped on, scared as hell they cry and moan<br>And even though the camera record I make a leap like Jordan<br>In a black ski mask<br>On the counter, "Square, fill up the bag<br>Do what I ask<br>Or feel the wrath of a fully blast<br>Come here, bitch"<br>That`s when the lady said, "Mister, I just wanna live<br>I got a husband, two kids, a dog and a picket fence<br>And I`ll do what you say, just don`t empty the clip<br>She start fumblin with the keys<br>I`m like "Hoe, you wanna breathe?"<br>She said, "Oh, I got it", gate, she unlocked it<br>Safe was smooth open, damn near start slobbin<br>My peoples had the crowd face down on the ground<br>I`m in the vault grabbin hundreds in pounds<br>Fillin up my duffle bag with dinero<br>Stuffin it with mail, till it can`t fit no mo`<br>Bounced outta there like `come on`<br>But didn`t know it was a undercover pig spread eagle on the flo`<br>Saw him reachin for his hideaway gat<br>That`s when I blew his cap back<br>My crimeys, yeah, they follow my lead<br>Leave the bank lookin like Swiss cheese<br>Then we Audi, 500 g`s<br>But not yet scott free<br>See, the hardest part is your retreat<br>Cause the rollers could be waitin outside least 50 cars deep<br>But we was greeted by the getaway car and got far<br>Further from the crime scene<br>Like some cowobys ridin on they trusty steed<br>Into the sunset, like we never did a thang<br>Check it out<br>You see, the moral of the story is: crime do pay<br>And with the fetti come the time you face<br>And every nigga hollerin "hog!" ain`t on the same page<br>Sucker get his pennies pulled, he start namin names<br>And with the judge handin out all day<br>It ain`t no tellin what your homey`ll say<br>Peep the real, punk, this ain`t no game<br>They givin niggas 30 years and some change<br>But my hogs must eat, so we hit them banks<br>Peep the muthafuckin heist