[Intro: Zack Hemsey & Isaac Pineda]
Look for the polkadots and wear the suit
Everything will be taken care of
Twelve o’clock
Keep it clean *phone dialing*
Yeah, he’ll be there at midnight
Make sure he don’t fuck up
Yeah, it’s real simple

[Verse 1: Isaac Pineda & Harris Stang & William "Zan" Aquart]
You’re only as good as your last job
Hang up the horn
Button my vest
With the heater laced to my chest
Dressed with the best double breasted Italian wear
I am completely aware
Get thе job done
No bloody affair

Yo, Paid the valet his pay (woooo hooo)
Stеpped away with a pace of haste
I’m more than a few seconds late
Make my way to the place
Look at the damn line (hooooo woooo)
Fuck standing in line
I cut the damn line
Dap the bouncer like my man
Pound with president Grant (See)
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan (Ha, ha, haaa)
He’s singing “One Man”
That’s my jam (oooh yeah)
Sexy girls dance in clans of three in front of me
See the polkadots at the coat spot
I proceed (say that you neeeeed mee)
I leave the black leather
Receive back the Beretta
Now I’m ready for whatever
The plan’s coming together
[Chorus: William "Zan" Aquart]
One man’s love is another man’s pain
One man’s loss is another man’s gain
One child’s tears
And it falls like rain
One man’s blood running through my veins

[Verse 2: Harris Stang & Chad McCarthy & William "Zan" Aquart]
Yo, my roam’s now a skip
The chrome’s on my hip
Try not to trip and look suspicious
(Fuck this)
Needs me a sip just to stable my nerves
Fuck the bar, I’m a star
Got a table reserved (hooo hoo hooo hoooo)

Yo thanks for the tip
Here’s your drink (wooooh hooo oooo)
I made it extra hard
So sip it slow so you don’t sink (hoo hooo hoooo hoooooooo)
Grabbing all the top shelves
Line your glasses up
‘Cause I’m filling them all up
Just to see more bucks
Awe struck at the polkadots walking to the booth
Waitress get this tray up to that VIP dude
VIP is dead
But still there’s nothing best
I see a short dress
Long legs, exposed chest
In slow steps (yeaah)
With a tray by side
A drink I didn’t buy (yeaaaaaah)
Look at the bar
See the guy with the ladybug tie
Looking for signs
Henne raw, napkin right
Let me read the scribbled mess
And check the draw and design

You got thirty seconds so make your mind up
You got two routes (one), but only one out
It’s time to climb up the stairs (one)
And to get there you’re passing the stage (onnne, one, one, onnne)
To the left of the band
Hope that you’re ready for games
Ready to look up at the elevator
Don’t go in it
‘Cause if you do (wooooooh hoooo woo hooooooo) you run the risk that they can lock you up in it
So pass it up
Hang a right on some Splinter Cell missions
Avoid the cameras up three flights
And take your position
Read the statistics (feeling something pulling on me)
Now I know what the math is
Strike my book of matches *matches bursting* (coming ooooon low)
Plus the prints lay in the ashtray
Now it’s ashes
Jump quick from where I sit and sip
Convert my skip to a dash
Shit
Bumped by this prick
Still I gotta move quick (hooo hoooo)
Not to be rude in mood (hoo hoooo)
So I wink
I think I can’t spare the time for stairs to climb
The elevator’s a dare but there clear in sight
Up three flights right
Open doors slide
Target in sight
I pull it from the side (yeahh)
Beretta lead flies *silenced gunshots* (ooooohhh yeahhhh)
He dies
There’s cheddar to find *body hits the ground*
Déjà vu
Why
Open doors slide
He must of armed the alarm (ooooooh hoo ho hoooooo)
Rushed by guards that are armed *gunshots*
I fire on and get fired upon *gunshots*
Me rinse out me gun (hooooooooo hooooooooooo hoooooooooooo)
Them expired and gone
Without haste I grab the suitcase
Closed case
Mi gwon

[Chorus: William "Zan" Aquart]
One man’s love is another man’s pain
One man’s loss is another man’s gain
One child’s tears
And it falls like rain
One man’s blood running through my veins

[Verse 3: Isaac Pineda & William "Zan" Aquart]
One man’s love
I kept pace but took the back way
Heat to my chest like strapped grenades
One man’s loss
I move smooth
Lock and load *gun loading*
With shots fired *gunshots*
Enter third stage
One man’s love
Motherfucker made a mess
Caress the trigger and fucking aim
One man’s blood running through my veins
A single shot running through his veins
*gunshots*
Hoooo hoooo hoooooo
*walking*
One
Hooooo, hoooo one maaaaan