Fast Money Lyrics
| Song | Fast Money |
| Artist | Big Pun |
| Album | Capital Punishment |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rios | |
| I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
| Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus ?good thief the night? | |
| Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
| Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
| Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin | |
| Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill ****** him | |
| Oral torture, no doubt, the ************t is holocaust | |
| In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
| It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
| We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
| Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
| Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
| Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot | |
| tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
| Chorus: | |
| Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
| For the fast money, I smash a ******z ************t like a crash dummy | |
| Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
| Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place | |
| Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
| Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
| Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
| they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh) | |
| Their security system's linear laser protection | |
| No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
| Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
| It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
| Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
| Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
| Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
| Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
| Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
| The safe flies open, the ************ning was blinding my eyes | |
| I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
| Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
| That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
| Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
| Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!" | |
| Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians | |
| Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
| Cuban said, "****** it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my ************ne away | |
| Let's show these pigs how much we give a ****** about a brighter day | |
| I ******ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
| Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
| We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
| Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
| Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
| of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
| I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
| Threw the ************ over my shoulder and used her butt as a ************eld | |
| I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
| Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster mother****** they gaining" | |
| I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself | |
| Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
| For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin | |
| Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad ******z reachin |
| zuo ci : Rios | |
| I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
| Who can I trust? Cuban' ll bust plus nbsp? good thief the night? | |
| Here' s the plan plan, we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
| Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
| Nah chill, that' s too ill, for real I' d rather kill somethin | |
| Here' s the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill him | |
| Oral torture, no doubt, the t is holocaust | |
| In two minutes tops he' s guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
| It' s settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
| We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
| Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
| Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
| Takin a chance, I' ve only got one my hundred shot | |
| tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
| Chorus: | |
| Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
| For the fast money, I smash a z t like a crash dummy | |
| Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
| Look at my face and I' ma shoot the place | |
| Aiyyo the plot thickens, I' m pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
| Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
| Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
| they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold oh oh | |
| Their security system' s linear laser protection | |
| No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
| Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
| It' s poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
| Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
| Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
| Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
| Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
| Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
| The safe flies open, the ning was blinding my eyes | |
| I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
| Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
| That' s when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
| Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
| Pointing at the building screamin, " I can see them, kill em!" | |
| Snipers was willing but couldn' t, there' s too many civilians | |
| Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
| Cuban said, " it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Aiyyo it' s time to pay, and I ain' t trying to give my ne away | |
| Let' s show these pigs how much we give a about a brighter day | |
| I ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
| Said, " See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
| We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
| Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
| Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
| of Black Rhino' s and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
| I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
| Threw the over my shoulder and used her butt as a eld | |
| I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
| Cuban said, " Move your fat ass faster mother they gaining" | |
| I gave him the case, told him, " Go ahead save yourself | |
| Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
| For real, that' s when I heard the tires screechin | |
| Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad z reachin |
| zuò cí : Rios | |
| I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice | |
| Who can I trust? Cuban' ll bust plus nbsp? good thief the night? | |
| Here' s the plan plan, we nab the man, bring a camcorder | |
| Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter | |
| Nah chill, that' s too ill, for real I' d rather kill somethin | |
| Here' s the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill him | |
| Oral torture, no doubt, the t is holocaust | |
| In two minutes tops he' s guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels | |
| It' s settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal | |
| We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto | |
| Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants | |
| Out for the fast cash, level advance | |
| Takin a chance, I' ve only got one my hundred shot | |
| tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran | |
| Chorus: | |
| Movin on the stash, first we get the cash | |
| For the fast money, I smash a z t like a crash dummy | |
| Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced | |
| Look at my face and I' ma shoot the place | |
| Aiyyo the plot thickens, I' m pickin the locks in the back entrance | |
| Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence | |
| Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so | |
| they got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold oh oh | |
| Their security system' s linear laser protection | |
| No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin | |
| Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course | |
| It' s poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt | |
| Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer | |
| Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer | |
| Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit | |
| Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks | |
| Back to the top again, hand the grand prize | |
| The safe flies open, the ning was blinding my eyes | |
| I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold | |
| Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow | |
| That' s when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin | |
| Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin | |
| Pointing at the building screamin, " I can see them, kill em!" | |
| Snipers was willing but couldn' t, there' s too many civilians | |
| Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run | |
| Cuban said, " it, we die, we die busting our guns" | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Aiyyo it' s time to pay, and I ain' t trying to give my ne away | |
| Let' s show these pigs how much we give a about a brighter day | |
| I ed the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel | |
| Said, " See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal | |
| We need a plan, if we can make it to the van | |
| Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan | |
| Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful | |
| of Black Rhino' s and two Rambles strapped to my ankles | |
| I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel | |
| Threw the over my shoulder and used her butt as a eld | |
| I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining | |
| Cuban said, " Move your fat ass faster mother they gaining" | |
| I gave him the case, told him, " Go ahead save yourself | |
| Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" | |
| For real, that' s when I heard the tires screechin | |
| Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad z reachin |
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