Heist Of The Recession Songtext / Lyric

You'll see, watch how it come together

That nigga 9th Prince is back? Oh, word?

As I open up Marcus, chumps become targets

Shooting at the sergeant, I'm uptown, laughing at these clowns

Surround sounds pounds the grounds

We in front of a deli, little Shawn playing skully

Short Rico, just copped three kilos, and a light skin Benito

Then I saw Is, he was walking with a wiz

Yo, son, I got a come-up, a heist, so we can both get nice

Rock pimps in Jamaica, live in paradise

But first we need guns and masks, to complete the task

No doubt, son, just come with me upstairs

So we can get them Glocks out the closet

Live the scene, to do what we gonna do

Get them niggas and they muthafucking crew, so here's what we do

We lay on 'em, play on 'em, then sneak through the back on 'em

Oh shit, 9th Prince, I ain't expect this shit

A bitch and a seed in the kitchen

So what the fuck, you wanna still go through with this, shit?

Come on, nigga, let me know

Aiyo, fuck it, let's move, that's when I heard a voice

Que pasa, boy, ay Rico, give up the goods or die hard in the hood

Benito started reaching for his Suge Knight, desert eagle

With the infered light, Is had a half stick of dynamite

Nobody move, nobody die tonight

All we want is the drugs and money, Playboy bunnies and honey

Rico try to play stupid, we don't know what you talking about

That's when I put the four-fifth, to his bitch face

And said, yo Rico, give me what I want

Or I splatter her fucking brains, all over the place

Then shot Benito in the chest, thought he was dead

Bitch ass nigga had on a muthafucking vest

Now see, muthafucka, what you made me do, made shit hot

Lay you on the spot, now I got a body on my Glock

Stupid muthafucka trying to play hero, run your stash

You don't know I blast that ass for that cash, kid, I'm starving

Yeah I do robbing, if the shit is right

Just like the shit up in here, tonight, with 9th Prince

Ramsack this place, so we can get the fuck up outta here

And head to them Islands

Rico finally gave in, walked him to the closet

That's when I spotted it, laying in the Gucci bag

Slap, treated Rico like a fag

Snatched up the three bricks, then it was time to split

We ran out the crib, jetted up Broadway

Come on, son, yo, we out, yo, yo, we got that, son

Came off my nigga (yeah, son, yeah, son)

(You know how, yeah, son, yeah, we gon', yeah

We just gonna eat with this shit, anyway

Next man eat off the next man, shit

That's how it should be, youknowhatimean

For real, you can't even fault us for that, knowhatimean

For real, man, we gotta eat by any means necessary, son

For real, 9th, knowhatimean, for all my niggas, knowhatimsaying

For real, get down like that, that's how we get down)