Bonnie and Clyde II

Got me a down ass girl on my team With an infa-red beam There go the niggas I'm supposed to meet We gon' do this, Yo Yo slide me the heat Knew they was punks from my very first glance Shakin' niggas hands, waitin' for a chance Do you got the yey, what the motherfuckers say Right this way In they trunks, super? about six Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips? Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no Yo Yo, see my fo'fo'? grab it About to let these motherfuckers have it Walk back with my strap, gas on my chest Let me get a taste test Tongue got numb, then I said fuck that! This a motherfuckin' jack Thinking of a master plan Thinking of a master plan Thinking of a master plan I saw the homie pull his strap I knew we dealin' with badge Up in the hoopdie, pop the trunk And started to blast mad You know fools snatching cabbage and dough That's how it is, dealin' with loc's Fuck what you heard, act like you know Ain't no witness, just tryin' to let you know Lay the fool, straight up, face down like five-o Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke The murder scene was a deal gone bad We popped the fools and took everything they had Now the only thing to do is get away Cops are on our ass, dude should I blast? Snatched the heat from under the seat Roll down the windows to let 'em have it Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse Grab a nine, by my side Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga Thinking of a master plan Thinking of a master plan Thinking of a master plan Run, run, run, from the ghetto pigeon It's all mathematic, weavin' outa traffic That's the shit I be hatin', when these fuckin' daton's Get to ice-skating Yo Yo, back seat driving, shut the fuck up You shut the fuck up, learn how to drive Ninety-ninety-five, Bonnie & Clyde Wanted dead or alive Tryin' to jump out the LAPD Headin' up Century, fuck the Penitentiary Wanna get my shit, I'ma click it Knew the job was fucked up when I took it Shit is scandalous Ninety-five, latest mobster Shit don't stop, still bustin' out the coppers Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n All the way live from the West side With plan B to perfect, have to do what's next Hopped out that bitch with the quickness You know it's all business [Repeat x4] Robbin', stealin', killin' and wheelin' Take, take that Motherfuckers (Robbin') Take that (stealin') take that (Robbin', stealin') take that Robbin', stealin', killin' and wheelin' Always on the go cause this - always?