The Plot
Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 6:30 pm
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Beat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx6NYizraC0
[Verse 1]
I'm devisin' a plot, we pull a heist, and split the price of the pot
We'll arrive at the spot, and strike while the iron is hot
Take all the ice that he's got, and split it three ways
Me, Gabe, and L, all about to be paid
A three man brigade, packin' the van with cans of Raid
Flammable gases, a handful of matches, and hand grenades
The plan is made, we'll catch his wife when she goes to the mall
Put the colt to her jaw, and make her squeal the code to the vault
Full of assault weapons, and gold by the pound
Drowned in plated studs, that weigh enough, to put a hole in the ground
We holdin' it down tonight, now it's time to plan the mission
Bring your hand guns, magnums, cannons and ammunition
Man your positions, we hittin' the lobby shootin'
Let the shotty ruin his frame, and drain his body fluid
Usin' deadlier force, with weapons galore
From machete's to fours, let's set it, I'm ready for war!
[Chorus x2]
This is the plot, we gon' blow his spot
Load the glocks, control the pot, and take all the dough he got
Empty the safe! We want the Benjamin Franks
We takin' everything, 'til he don't have a penny to save
[Verse 2]
This is the plan, sittin' in a tinted Sedan
With mask and gloves, grab the cash and drugs, then get to the van
His system is scanned, a minute's the span, when we snip the wires
With pliers, and infiltrate his entire empire
Which should buy us enough time to slip past the steady security
Ready at will to be, fillin' up heavy artillery
With deadly ability, just then we saw the reinforcements
The feds must've received a warnin', from police informants
Word on the street was swarmin', we been makin' profits
Now the jakes responded. "Gabe, get his wife out the trunk and take her hostage"
Then I saw a cop unload on Gabe, clap the lead,
Pop his row of braids, and blast his head right off his shoulder blades
So I gave my gauge to L, told him "Save yourself!"
Then I saw him take a shell, caught a bullet in his face and fell
Now I'm raisin' hell! Still after the same score
And I aint leavin', 'til I'm retrievin' what we came for
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, the clock's tickin', I'm lickin' off shots, at the cops, pickin'
The locks in his spot, listen, this is when the plot thickens
I'm stickin' C4 to the door, and plastic explosives
Packed with the voltage, to engulf the match when I throw it
Hope it catches and blow it, to smithereens, step in the door
Killin' fiends, puttin' heads on the floor, like guillotines
Then I'm cleanin' the place, noone's seein' my face
I aint leavin' a trace of evidence at the scene of the case
I'm laced, in a stocking cap, and a hockey mask
When the shotty blast, everyone'll probly need a body cast
I got the stash, then went straight to the safe
Cracked the code, grabbed the gold, time to make my escape
I'm takin' the tapes for the cameras, then I run out the place
Shot a cop, popped his top, and took one in the waist
Pumpin' my gauge, and the Smith & Wesson, load the clip,
Then lift the weapon, cops still closin' in, from every which direction
Caught a pig steppin'/ left an impression in his vest 'n
Sent an extended clip in his chest and his mid-section
Til his ribs disconnect 'n shatter and break
With straight aim, at point blank range, his brains splattered my face
Tasted his blood, left him with his face in the mud
The only trace of the gun, was the case of the slug
Lacin 'em up, as I swing a revolve, in both palms
Like Steven Seagal, I'm leavin' em all, with no arms
Throwin' smoke bombs, and turned a cop to mincemeat
The kick back, from the impact, blew him back six feet
Hit the street and tried escapin' but the sirens are gainin'
Snipers is aimin', with they rifles blazin', strikin' and grazin'
Firin' casings, as I hug my wound, I can feel it bleedin'
But still I'm squeezin' off the trigger like it's killin' season
Barely breathin', still blastin' a round, clappin 'em down
Collapsed on the ground, said "Fuck it" and stuck the gat in my mouth
-Gun Shot-[/align]
Beat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx6NYizraC0
[Verse 1]
I'm devisin' a plot, we pull a heist, and split the price of the pot
We'll arrive at the spot, and strike while the iron is hot
Take all the ice that he's got, and split it three ways
Me, Gabe, and L, all about to be paid
A three man brigade, packin' the van with cans of Raid
Flammable gases, a handful of matches, and hand grenades
The plan is made, we'll catch his wife when she goes to the mall
Put the colt to her jaw, and make her squeal the code to the vault
Full of assault weapons, and gold by the pound
Drowned in plated studs, that weigh enough, to put a hole in the ground
We holdin' it down tonight, now it's time to plan the mission
Bring your hand guns, magnums, cannons and ammunition
Man your positions, we hittin' the lobby shootin'
Let the shotty ruin his frame, and drain his body fluid
Usin' deadlier force, with weapons galore
From machete's to fours, let's set it, I'm ready for war!
[Chorus x2]
This is the plot, we gon' blow his spot
Load the glocks, control the pot, and take all the dough he got
Empty the safe! We want the Benjamin Franks
We takin' everything, 'til he don't have a penny to save
[Verse 2]
This is the plan, sittin' in a tinted Sedan
With mask and gloves, grab the cash and drugs, then get to the van
His system is scanned, a minute's the span, when we snip the wires
With pliers, and infiltrate his entire empire
Which should buy us enough time to slip past the steady security
Ready at will to be, fillin' up heavy artillery
With deadly ability, just then we saw the reinforcements
The feds must've received a warnin', from police informants
Word on the street was swarmin', we been makin' profits
Now the jakes responded. "Gabe, get his wife out the trunk and take her hostage"
Then I saw a cop unload on Gabe, clap the lead,
Pop his row of braids, and blast his head right off his shoulder blades
So I gave my gauge to L, told him "Save yourself!"
Then I saw him take a shell, caught a bullet in his face and fell
Now I'm raisin' hell! Still after the same score
And I aint leavin', 'til I'm retrievin' what we came for
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, the clock's tickin', I'm lickin' off shots, at the cops, pickin'
The locks in his spot, listen, this is when the plot thickens
I'm stickin' C4 to the door, and plastic explosives
Packed with the voltage, to engulf the match when I throw it
Hope it catches and blow it, to smithereens, step in the door
Killin' fiends, puttin' heads on the floor, like guillotines
Then I'm cleanin' the place, noone's seein' my face
I aint leavin' a trace of evidence at the scene of the case
I'm laced, in a stocking cap, and a hockey mask
When the shotty blast, everyone'll probly need a body cast
I got the stash, then went straight to the safe
Cracked the code, grabbed the gold, time to make my escape
I'm takin' the tapes for the cameras, then I run out the place
Shot a cop, popped his top, and took one in the waist
Pumpin' my gauge, and the Smith & Wesson, load the clip,
Then lift the weapon, cops still closin' in, from every which direction
Caught a pig steppin'/ left an impression in his vest 'n
Sent an extended clip in his chest and his mid-section
Til his ribs disconnect 'n shatter and break
With straight aim, at point blank range, his brains splattered my face
Tasted his blood, left him with his face in the mud
The only trace of the gun, was the case of the slug
Lacin 'em up, as I swing a revolve, in both palms
Like Steven Seagal, I'm leavin' em all, with no arms
Throwin' smoke bombs, and turned a cop to mincemeat
The kick back, from the impact, blew him back six feet
Hit the street and tried escapin' but the sirens are gainin'
Snipers is aimin', with they rifles blazin', strikin' and grazin'
Firin' casings, as I hug my wound, I can feel it bleedin'
But still I'm squeezin' off the trigger like it's killin' season
Barely breathin', still blastin' a round, clappin 'em down
Collapsed on the ground, said "Fuck it" and stuck the gat in my mouth
-Gun Shot-[/align]