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Fast Money Lyrics

from Capital Punishment

"Fast Money" is track #3 on the album Capital Punishment. It was written by Christopher Rios.
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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 fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, the shit 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

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit 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 choke hold

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 burglar, the fat murderer
Slippin' the clip in the Mac, inserter
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 shining 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, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns"

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money, I smash a niggaz 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 a niggaz shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Aiyyo 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 cocked 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 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 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 niggaz reachin'

Songwriters
CHRISTOPHER RIOS

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