Don’t Ring the Alarm (The Heist) lyrics

[Verse 1: Spice-1 & Bo$$]
It's the motherf*ckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'
It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E
So, put this gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these motherf*ckers
For every nookie and cranny
My n*gga G-N-U-T is up inside
He's trapped with the AK, that's how us East Bay n*ggas ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
Well ayo n*gga gimme the sh*t
So Bo$$ can load a full clip
A trigger-happy b*tch screamin "get down"
Motherf*ckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'G'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my Glock to use my Glock
'Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
My n*gga G-Nut whattup?
(Nada, 'cause we ain't finna stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to kill the cop
Like Bonnie & Clyde called it the motherf*ckin stick-up
Pick-up any false move, I'll make this Uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask
Quit tryin to f*ck with a psychopath
[Hook w/variations]
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'

[Verse 2: Spice-1 & Bo$$]
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the public
You probably never seen a b*tch
That's showin you n*ggas how to properly f*ckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway, we slid away
n*ggas get did away, then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast, watch the sh*t get hot as we were bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherf*ckin n*ggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's
And I'm thinkin to do them n*ggas 'fore them motherf*ckers do me in
It's kind of simple, shoot them in the temple
Send them to the morgue
I got my n*ggas from the ore
And motherf*ckers are bore, uh
Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherf*ckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherf*ckin jet
I looked up in the bag: 50G's, 100 stacks
My trigger gots no heart and yo it ain't no love, b*tch
n*gga, talkin about killin motherf*ckers, dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'G' they won't take me alive 'G'
Peepin out these n*ggas up in the van who been trailin me
Them coppers is comin, deep as f*ck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin and slippin on one of these n*ggas blood
I'm givin a f*ck so yo wassup, I feel a wild pitch
I'ma light this chronic and start some OK like corral sh*t
Then kill this b*tch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in '93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers, rolled up in the cat 'G'
I'm about to kill these motherf*ckers that been followin me
I'm pullin my Glock out, I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
[Hook w/variations]
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'

[Outro]
*several gunshots*