Shhs kinda weak.
but i only did this cuz I was feelin that One shot Two Shot beat by Em.

One Shot, 2 Shot, 3 Shot, 4
-Everybody get on the mo'fuckin floor
-Dont try an' run, got 2 men's at everydoor
-if you dont know by now its a stick up
-we clipped up, get ur hands up, aint goin touch u less u fuck shit up
-now the person with the code to the safe, get ur head in the air
-i see ur eyes in a frenzied stare, an tears in the glare
-but honey aint nothing to fear, less you dont get up and get ur ass over there
-put the code in, open the safe, and get to the rear
-now take the bag and fill it wit loot, dont do anything stupid and i wont have nothin to shoot
-cause truthfully i mean no harm, im just after them gold bars
-to get me them big ass cars and house in the stars
-but dont think im soft and try an' do some shit, cause one slip and we emptyin the clips
-hittin more shots then the knicks be hittin bricks
-hittin more shit, then fat joe got kicks
-cause im sane, calm, but this kid can turn sick
-so just do what i say and stick to it

One Shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4
-Now we gotta get this loot out the mo'fuckin door
-but first gotta take the survaillence tapes quick
-and hun you gotta get your ass back on the floor, quick
-now fill the back the truck with the loot, gonna have to lay it thick
-everybody jump in the cab, while i finish this shit
-slip the gas mask on slick, and pull the trig
-throw the cans on the floor and knockout the folks quick, while i watch em like a dick
-everybody sleepin jump in the truck with the last gold brick
-drive away smooth and swift, pull the gas mask back
-put the ball cap on, turn it to the back, give all my boys dap
-we made out with all the shit and know one got clapped
-that dont happen often, usually someone gets pistol slapped
-now we pullin up to this abadoned building
-upull right in the garage, first caper with no bad feelings
-but just to be safe we case the place, even check the ceilings
-now we changing the plates on the truck
-and we movin quick not to press our luck

One shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4
-Now before we spilt the shit we gotta drive a lil more
-never do two tasks in the same mask or same place
-so we head over to our garage, so everyone recognizes our face
-this way nothing seems strange, cause we always there, looks like nothin changed
-open the door and back right in
-confess our sins and be glad we finshed
-now back to buisness, go over the facts, make sure we covered our tracks
-making sure no ones lookin over our backs, now we pullin out the bags
-and counting the stacks and puttin the bars on the racks
-weighin em one by one, as everyone else counts the ones
-we gon slit this shit equally, everyone gets the same mount of ones
-get the same weight, we equally end up with the same fate
-and no one snitches or they be known as the late great
-now time to go home and go to sleep, cause tomorrow i gotta date
-a hot date with the mcfarlane dealer, already be droppin the weight
-so i be packin the loot in the trunk a my car
-peacing out my boys, cause the drive homes far