[Verse 1: Spice-1 & Bo$$]
It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'
It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E
So, put this gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and cranny
My n***a G-N-U-T is up inside
He's trapped with the AK, that's how us East Bay n***as ride
Player, I'm gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
Well ayo n***a gimme the shit
So Bo$$ can load a full clip
A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they don't know me 'G'
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my Glock to use my Glock
'Cause fire'll bomb the AK-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
My n***a G-Nut whattup?
(Nada, 'cause we ain't finna stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to kill the cop
Like Bonnie & Clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any false move, I'll make this Uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this Jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
[Hook w/variations]
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'

[Verse 2: Spice-1 & Bo$$]
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
That's showin you n***as how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway, we slid away
N***as get did away, then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast, watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
I'm givin a signal to my motherfuckin n***as trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some Uzi's
And I'm thinkin to do them n***as 'fore them motherfuckers do me in
It's kind of simple, shoot them in the temple
Send them to the morgue
I got my n***as from the ore
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
Yo 'G' it's getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag: 50G's, 100 stacks
My trigger gots no heart and yo it ain't no love, bitch
N***a, talkin about killin motherfuckers, dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive 'G' they won't take me alive 'G'
Peepin out these n***as up in the van who been trailin me
Them coppers is comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way I'm fallin and slippin on one of these n***as blood
I'm givin a fuck so yo wassup, I feel a wild pitch
I'ma light this chronic and start some OK like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
That's how we doin it in '93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers, rolled up in the cat 'G'
I'm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
I'm pullin my Glock out, I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
[Hook w/variations]
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'
Don't ring the alarm 'G'

[Outro]
*several gunshots*