So Fast

Mad stressed (Yo, just chill bro, chill man) Nah, nah, I gotta get this money (Yo, chill you got everythin' goin' for you, man) I ain't got nothin', right now, man (Ladies callin' you and all that, man) Nah, that shit was down (You 'bout to blow soon, you know?) Niggas ain't for real, kid That's dream, kid, this is reality This is reality, this is the real world Nah, I gotta get this fuckin' money, kid, word up Fuck that, nah, fuck that (whatever, man) I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, brin' a camcorder Grab his fam (fam), and run the train on his granddaughter Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin' Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels It's settled, better put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin' a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot Tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Ayo, the plot thickens, I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance Payin' attention, not tryna get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so They got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco choke hold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin' Inspectin' the vault, for weapons assault, second of course It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt Rep in New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer Slippin' the clip in the Mac, inserterer Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks Back to the top again, hand the grand prize The safe flies open, the shinin' was blindin' my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban started movin' for the back, let's go That's when I heard the sirens hopin' that my ears was lyin' Knew we was dyin' when I saw the guard we tortured cryin' Pointin' at the buildin' screamin', "I can see them, kill 'em" Snipers was willin' but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die bustin' our guns" Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon Vamos pa' la guerra, vamos a enseñarlo A castigarlos Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggas shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Ayo, it's time to pay, and I ain't tryna give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock, it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin' like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo, I got about a handful Of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remainin' Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gainin'" I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave 'em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin' Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin' Yo Quan, yo Cuba, what the fuck? Get in the motherfuckin' van The fuckin' police, what the fuck you jumpin' off? Fuck these niggas, duck down, duck down We gotta get the fuck outta here