Lyrics: SPICE 1 "DON'T RING THE ALARM (THE HEIST)" (0/1)

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Don't Ring the Alarm (the Heist)

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(Spice-1)

(Spice1)

It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'

It's the muthafuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G',

It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E

It's the b-o-s-s and s-p-i-c-e,

So, put this gat in your pants (right)

So, put this glock in yo panties (right),

And we gonna rob these motherfuckers

and we gon rob these muthafuckas for every nook and crany,

for every nookie and cranny

My nigga g-n-u-t is up in side, he's strapped

My nigga G-N-U-T is up inside

with the AK that's how us eastbay

He's trapped with the AK that's how

niggas ride, Playa,

us East Bay niggas ride

Ima spray these cameras wit this paint and

Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint

when I do, Blow that old ass

And when I do, blow that bald ass

security guard outta his shoes,

security guard out his shoes

(Boss)

Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit

We'll ayo nigga gimmie the shit so boss can

So Boss can load a full clip

unload a full clip a trigga happy

A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"

bitch screamin yall dying muthafuckas are making us rich,

motherfuckers are makin us rich

Creepin up slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G',

Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe

Pullin licks to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty,

slowly they don't know me 'G'

Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty

(Spice1)(raggae)

Now we got to use the tech cause 5-0 bond the AK,

Me and my glock to use my glock

The 1-8-7 posse robbin the bank and away.

Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh)

The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a

(Boss)

My nigga G-Nut whattup?

My nigga g-nut, What up?

(Nutter, cause we ain't ?pit? stop)

I know we got the caddy in the lobby

(G-nut)

for the robbery car to kill the cop

Nut up, cause we aint fena stop.

(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

(Chorus w/variations)

Don't ring the alarm 'G'

(Boss)

We runnin up out the bank

I'm goin kamakazi in the lobby before the

Yelling "clear" to the public

robbery, pop, I killed a cop,

You probably never seen a bitch

that's showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh

(Spice1)

We rushed it to the getaway

Like Bonnie and Clyde call it the muthafuckin stick up,

We slid away niggas get done away

Pick up, 85 smooth'll make this uzi wanna hiccup.

Then that loot is getting hid away

So kick up the cash for I blast with this jason mask,

Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin

Quit tryna fuck wit a pyscho path,

I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin

And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's

(Chorus)

and thinkin doin those niggas before

Don't ring the alarm 'g'

them motherfuckers do me in

Don't ring the alarm 'g'

Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple

Don't ring the alarm 'g'

Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore

Don't ring the alarm 'g'

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

(Chorus w/ variations)

Don't ring the alarm 'G'

(*Several gun shots*)

(Boss)

I'm running up out the bank bailin clean to the bucket,

You probably neva seen a bitch that's showing

you niggas a how to properly do

it, huh'

we blastd to the getaway, we spread away,

niggas get getaway then that loot is

gettin hid away,

Counting up the cash but pigs behind us just as we was bailin,

I'm givin a signal to my muthafuckin niggas trailin,

And from behind a couple of pistols and some

uzi's and I'm fena do them niggas

for them muthafuckas do me in,

It's kinda simple, shootem in the temple

straight to the morgue I got mo'

niggas then the ??? in pyscho ward,

(Spice1)

Yo 'G' it's gettin deeper and deeper,

A muthafuckin flavor for the muthafuckin feva,

The feva for the flavor of a muthafuckin jack,

I look up in the bag 50 g's hundred stacks,

My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch,

Nigga, talkin bout killin mutha fuckas 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 just tryna catch a thug,

The only way I'm fallin is slippin on

one of these niggas blood,

Not givin a fuck so yo what's up I hear a wild pitch,

Ima light this chronic and start some OK like

coral shit, fena get a clip and

kill this bitch and get my cash on,

That's how we do it in ninety three I get's my blast on,

I thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cut 'g',

I'm bout to kill these muthafuckas that been follow'n me,

I'm pullin my gloc out hear the helicopters

comin, Pigs had us surrounded

dropped the loot and started runnin.

Don't ring the alarm 'g'

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