Don't Ring The Alarm (The Heist) (with Boss)

It's the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers
 For every nookie and cranny
 My nigga g-n-u-t is up inside
 He's trapped with the ak that's how us east bay niggas ride
 Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
 And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
 (boss)
 Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
 So boss can load a full clip
 A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
 Motherfuckers 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
 (boss)
 My nigga g-nut whattup?
 (nutter, cause we ain't? pit? stop)
 I know we got the caddy in the lobby
 For the robbery car to kill the cop
 (spice-1)
 Like bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
 Pick-up any fool smooth I'll make this uzi wanna hiccup
 So kick up the cash before I blast with this jason mask
 Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
 (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'
 (boss)
 We runnin up out the bank
 Yelling "clear" to the public
 You probably never seen a bitch
 That's showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
 We rushed it to the getaway
 We slid away niggas get done away
 Then that loot is getting hid away
 Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
 I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
 And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzi's
 And thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
 Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
 Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
 And motherfuckers are bore, uh
 (spice-1)
 Yo 'g' it's getting deeper and deeper
 But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
 A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
 I looked up in the bag 50g's, 100 stacks
 My trigga gots no heart and yo it ain't no love bitch
 Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
 I must survive 'g' they won't take me alive 'g'
 Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
 The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
 The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
 I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
 I'm gonna light this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
 Then kill this bitch, 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 motherfuckers 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
 (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'
 (*several gun shots*)