got bored so key'd this:

I stop the car, pull up outside, no plates on my ride//
got my partners by my side, one kick to the door, they break open wide//
as we bust through the door, a shot in the air, everyone hit the floor//
put a gun in her face, "you fucking whore, open the cash drawer"//
this bitch best just obey, and do everything I say//
cuz if theres any delay, I wont wait to blow her away//
gaurd standin by the safe, just one, he reach for his gun//
3 of us react, a shell in his chest, our life sentance's begun//
women on the floor start to scream, but this is my regime//
my team just keep their heads, our minds focused on the scheme//
holdin my gauge, my trigger finger starts to tickle//
my crew we be fickle, on the street dont make a nickle//
so we all hook up, try to get things to look up//
in with our guns, out with the cash, try not to fuck up//
leave no evidence when we bail, ain't gona leave a trail//
dont forget one detail, ain't prepared to go to jail//
some bitch start to cry, go over to find out why//
she won't give me a reply, put my gun on her thigh//
then she starts to halt, while we working on the vault//
this shit aint our fault, just this bank we need to assault//
just need the cash, then in a flash, up stands some white trash//
knife in his hand, my throat he's tryin to slash, he cuts me, one gash//
hit him with the butt of my gun, this shits only just begun//
cuz this shit must be done, till my bank balance changes from none.//
this bank we be looting, holdin back on the shooting//
lookin for cash, we be rooting, crew be disputing//
go over to my mob, ask what the fuks the prob//
stop arguing on the job, leave it till after the rob//
I'm sick of all this beef, giving me all this greif//
they listen to me, I'm the cheif, they just the theif//
we just broke through the locks, were into the box//
fat ass diamond rocks, fill our pockets an our socks//
we leave nothing there, every one of us got our share//
people look on, they want us to share but we got nothin to spare//
wearing Gods crest, dangling from my neck down to my chest//
across the bullet proof vest, shit makes me feel blessed//
then I turn my back, I hear a click then a clack, out pops a flak//
out this heat that we pack, sticks in my back, am dead like pac//
they got their own plan, to take out this man who theyre better than//
turned and they ran, started up their own clan, running some legit scam//
now I've bin sold, worth more than white gold, these mother fukers cold//
but now so I'm told, they've always watched their back when they've rolled//