We might be on the mob's hitlist y'all really with this?
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Well we got five minutes so dive in it and get it with the quickness
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Dont get ridiculous bring what you can swim with that's the end of it
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At 10:40 digit I want y'all back with the shit
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Terrific we can sit sippin' Crystal Christmas
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Bricks split it into triplets and distrubute like cigarettes
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More chips than picnics hitting chicks and stuff
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Marl and Dubez keep in touch, you brothas, good luck
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(Dubez)
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You got the flashlights? [check]
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Tracking device? [check]
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All we got is what, five? Man it's time to dive
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Me and Marlon took it under, said it's best that we split up
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Take what we can at 10:35, get up
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(Marlon Brando)
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Twenty degrees five minutes, me and Dubez under siege
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With ten minutes tops, it's up to us to run the ki's
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Yo we fully prepared, scuba gear with the flares
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Shark spears, Dubez, wait for this school of fish to clear
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(Dubez)
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We dove deeper, I tapped Marlon, ayo, what's that I see there?
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Could it be that we there? Man them bricks better be there
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Tracking device blinking nigga, oh shit that's it!
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Got four and a half minutes, if we blow this, that's it
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(Marlon Brando)
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Swam and dipped to a sunken abandoned ship
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Sands quicker, one cought up and landed his
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Tampered with the compass to make sure we on track
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With bags, throw the ki's on that then we can mosey on back
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(King Kirk)
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Sitting fronting like I'm fishing, so far no coast guard
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Nervous but calm, heard my watch alarm, checked my arm
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Time: two minutes, three left, sweat and nose running
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In case let me load the gun in...Oh shit a boat's coming!
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(Dubez)
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All this coke I'm getting greedy but I gotta fight the urge
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With the ki's to the city in front of me submerged
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Time's ticking, quick, we started the brick picking
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Telling Marl after this no more of the brick sticking [Alright nigga]
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I see us pulling it off with no prob.
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What a job, Aquamen underwater robbin the mob
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took a look up, seen two boats and got shook up
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Brando, what if that's the mob and them fucking the crook up?
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(King Kirk)
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Grabbed the binocs, looked like cops, stashed the glock
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They sailed up and stopped besides me and just watched
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Finally one smiled at me then spoke finally [Catch anything?]
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Nah, still trying to! [yeah, alright] Alright me and left silently
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(Dubez)
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Yo I think my bag is worthy enough to hold thirty
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Heard me? Fuck these last three minutes, let' go early
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Dude snap out of it! Yo he's trying to pack alot of it
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Yo we gotta split or we get ourselves in hotter shit!
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Just grab what you can, you know we on a timed schedule
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We can't go out greedy and do twenty-nine federal
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We served out purpose, but now purpous in the worstess
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Situation, gotta hurry back to the surface
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(King Kirk)
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Loading ammo, 10:40, where they at? Goddamn, yo!
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Oh no no, aw man yo! here come Italiano
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Stashed the toast, but kept my hand close if they approach
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Hope Dubez and Marlon scope before they come through floatin
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>From Italians boat heard words loud and clear
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'Hey Paizano, tell that muly the get the fuck outtahea!'
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If it wasn't nine of 'em, I would've put one inside of him
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But this predicament I'm in I ain't got no time to win
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(Marlon Brando)
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Yo we swam up, all I seen was Kirk shoot the man up
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Damn! That fucked the plan up, more men in suits ran up
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Kirk put his hands up, He acting like he surrendered
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Yo he seen us intending to help that why he preteding!
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(Dubez)
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Climbed up on they boat while they bought Kirk faking
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Gat in each hand, fully armed like Troy Aikman
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Took two out, bullets ricocheing and I ain't playin'
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Tossed one gun to Kirk and continued to keep spraying
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(Marlon Brando)
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Yo he saw me reaching, I went behind the boat creeping
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Now I'm thinking 'I hope he's sleeping' we both peeped him like
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Fuck the others, he saw me, I seen him
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So I ran in they boat and shot him when he leaned in
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(Dubez)
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Semi-auto glazed blazed, I'm thinking my arm grazed
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Peeled back the last guiro, blood leaking through my Speedo
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Let's bail, blew up they boat, covered the trail
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Send a kit |