[Intro: echoing dialogue between Big Pun and (someone)]

Mad stressed

(Yo, just chill bro, chill man)

Nah, nah, I gotta get this money

(Yo, chill you got everything going for you, man)

I ain't got nothing, right now, man

(Niggas calling you and all that, man)

Nah, that shit was down

('Bout to blow soon, you know?)

Niggas ain't for real, kid, hat's a dream, kid

This is reality, this is reality, this is the real world

Nah, I gotta get this fucking money, kid

Word up, fuck that, nah, fuck that

(Whatever, man)

[Verse 1]

I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice

Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight

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 fuck him

Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust

In two minutes tops, he's guaranteed to cop and give up all the morsels"

It's settled, better 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

[Break]

[?] take this

[?]

Ready? You ready?

Let's get this money

Go, go, go, go!

[Chorus]

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash

For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy

Ask money, "where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced

Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

[Verse 2]

Ayo, 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 the popo locked with a Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (oh oh)

Their security system's linear laser protection

No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin'

Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault, second of course

It's poison, it sprays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt

Reppin' New York, it's the cat burglar, the fat murderer

Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer

Hurtin' your pockets, droppin' your stock to zero profit

Holdin' heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks

Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize

The safe flies open, the shine almost blinded my eyes

I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold

Passed the dough to Cuban, started movin' for the back, let's go

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'

Pointin' 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, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"

[Interlude: Cuban Link]

Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon

Vamos pa la guerra, vamos señarlo!

A castigarlos!

[Chorus]

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash

For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy

Ask money, "where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced

Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash

For the fast money, I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy

Ask money, "where the safe?", anybody move gettin' laced

Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

[Verse 3]

Ayo, it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away

Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day

I cock 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 Rhinos and two Rambos strapped to my ankles

I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel

Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield

I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining

Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker, they gaining"

I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head, 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 niggas reachin'

*conversation and gunfight to fade*