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Tekst piosenki

[INTRO]


Teller: Hi!

Eminem: How you doin?

Teller: How can I help you?

Eminem: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal.

Put the fuckin money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you.

Teller: I.. Oh my God, don't kill me..

Eminem: I'm not gonna kill you.

Teller: D.. Don't kill me, I..

Eminem: I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you.

Teller: Don't kill me..

Eminem: Hurry the fuck up!

{gunshot}

Eminem: Thank you!


[VERSE 1: Hush]


I gotta keep the synger runnin (I'll be back)

Pedal to the metal

Swifty better hurry up, cause I ain't goin back to jail

I don't wanna see my face up in NewsWeek,

I'm sittin like a duck, like Tully up in Blue Streak

What the fuck is takin so long?

Hurry up, motherfucker, 'for I hit this gas and be gone!

But I can't leave my homie (hold up)

They all know me,

I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me

Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm gettin nervous,

Starin out this dirty windshield for any persons

Damn, it's this bum, cleanin wit a squeegie

Here's a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me

I hope they didn't ring the alarm (shit)

Cause with this gun, I'll have to bomb

And then it fucks up the job

But I don't care, as long as we flee this place

Cause the last thing I need is a fuckin police chase (shit)

Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash

(Yo, nigga, pull off, we headin to the bank for some more cash!)

Well there better be enough for me to get that ?

(Hey, don't worry bout that, dawg, the cash is in our laps!)


[CHORUS: Eminem]


So put the money in the bag

Bitch, this is a stick-up

Andybody who moves

Is gettin picked up

Off the ground

{gunshot}

This is the sound

This is how it's goin down

If I'm goin down

Then you're goin down

Now, this is the plot

We pull this off

Then we split the pot

We get caught

I'm peelin off

The deal is off

But if we

Can pull this caper then we

Can get to stayin

Where we wanna

Off to Tijuana

Come on, I'm ready if you are..


[VERSE 2: Swifty]


Uh, see, there's nothin but heat in this

While I sit in the car cheefin,

In the mood to be thievin this season

Ay yo, Hush, I'ma snatch with they issue (you swoll)

You pull over, and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose

You can neither read it or see it

(Whatchu mean, "read it or see it?")

It'll work, know what's worse

It's better than havin to beat a bitch up out of her purse

I been casin this bank, patiently waitin

For the day, to get up in this motherfucker

So don't drive away

(Boy, I'll be right here!)

Hah, hey! (What's up?)

Nigga, pop the trunk, so I can get the AK

Then I'm headed to the safe

I'm at the counter in the teller's face

(Yo, if anybody move, I'ma make spaghetti out of your wife!)

(No, no!)

I hopped the gate, shot a citizen

After he gave me the combination, I opened it

And there was nothin but Benjamins

Filled the bag, and jetted up

Headed to the door, Hush is in the front revvin up

(Motherfucker, c'mon!)

I jumped over the security, while he on the floor

Tryna pull my feet, I shot him before he could drawer

Hit the street, homie, swerve

No less than a hundred thousand

Is sittin in the back seat

(Now we peelin off the curve)


[CHORUS: Eminem]


So put the money in the bag

Bitch, this is a stick-up

Andybody who moves

Is gettin picked up

Off the ground

{gunshot}

This is the sound

This is how it's goin down

If I'm goin down

Then you're goin down

Now, this is the plot

We pull this off

Then we split the pot

We get caught

I'm peelin off

The deal is off

But if we

Can pull this caper then we

Can get to stayin

Where we wanna

Off to Tijuana

Come on, I'm ready if you are..


[VERSE 3: Kuniva]


I got some tricks up my sleeve

I walk in the 7-11 and grab Habi and put the heat to his cheek

Don't even think about movin

Just give me the loot and

I be cruisin along with my day

And there won't be a shootin

(Mister, please don't hurt me! I have a son!)

Oh my God, Habi, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me!

All this for 376 dollars and 8 cents?

This robbery does not make sense

Come on out, bitch.. yeah, you

Behind the chip rack

Your stank-ass is on the verge of gettin pimp slapped

Give me your paper, your jewels

And all of your valuables

Serious about that scrilla conniving animal

Rushin out the front door

Zig-zaggin and dodgin traffic

If it gets drastic, my automatic will start blastin

That's how we do it where I'm from

Me, Swift, and Hush

We dodgin off, thinkin of which bitch to rush


[CHORUS: Eminem]


So put the money in the bag

Bitch, this is a stick-up

Andybody who moves

Is gettin picked up

Off the ground

{gunshot}

This is the sound

This is how it's goin down

If I'm goin down

Then you're goin down

Now, this is the plot

We pull this off

Then we split the pot

We get caught

I'm peelin off

The deal is off

But if we

Can pull this caper then we

Can get to stayin

Where we wanna

Off to Tijuana

Come on, I'm ready if you are.. 

Tłumaczenie