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[INTRO]

Teller: Hi!
Eminem: How you doin?
Teller: How can I help you?
Eminem: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal.
Put the fuckin money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you.
Teller: I.. Oh my God, don't kill me..
Eminem: I'm not gonna kill you.
Teller: D.. Don't kill me, I..
Eminem: I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you.
Teller: Don't kill me..
Eminem: Hurry the fuck up!
{gunshot}
Eminem: Thank you!

[VERSE 1: Hush]

I gotta keep the synger runnin (I'll be back)
Pedal to the metal
Swifty better hurry up, cause I ain't goin back to jail
I don't wanna see my face up in NewsWeek,
I'm sittin like a duck, like Tully up in Blue Streak
What the fuck is takin so long?
Hurry up, motherfucker, 'for I hit this gas and be gone!
But I can't leave my homie (hold up)
They all know me,
I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me
Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm gettin nervous,
Starin out this dirty windshield for any persons
Damn, it's this bum, cleanin wit a squeegie
Here's a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me
I hope they didn't ring the alarm (shit)
Cause with this gun, I'll have to bomb
And then it fucks up the job
But I don't care, as long as we flee this place
Cause the last thing I need is a fuckin police chase (shit)
Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash
(Yo, nigga, pull off, we headin to the bank for some more cash!)
Well there better be enough for me to get that ?
(Hey, don't worry bout that, dawg, the cash is in our laps!)

[CHORUS: Eminem]

So put the money in the bag
Bitch, this is a stick-up
Andybody who moves
Is gettin picked up
Off the ground
{gunshot}
This is the sound
This is how it's goin down
If I'm goin down
Then you're goin down
Now, this is the plot
We pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught
I'm peelin off
The deal is off
But if we
Can pull this caper then we
Can get to stayin
Where we wanna
Off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are..

[VERSE 2: Swifty]

Uh, see, there's nothin but heat in this
While I sit in the car cheefin,
In the mood to be thievin this season
Ay yo, Hush, I'ma snatch with they issue (you swoll)
You pull over, and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose
You can neither read it or see it
(Whatchu mean, "read it or see it?")
It'll work, know what's worse
It's better than havin to beat a bitch up out of her purse
I been casin this bank, patiently waitin
For the day, to get up in this motherfucker
So don't drive away
(Boy, I'll be right here!)
Hah, hey! (What's up?)
Nigga, pop the trunk, so I can get the AK
Then I'm headed to the safe
I'm at the counter in the teller's face
(Yo, if anybody move, I'ma make spaghetti out of your wife!)
(No, no!)
I hopped the gate, shot a citizen
After he gave me the combination, I opened it
And there was nothin but Benjamins
Filled the bag, and jetted up
Headed to the door, Hush is in the front revvin up
(Motherfucker, c'mon!)
I jumped over the security, while he on the floor
Tryna pull my feet, I shot him before he could drawer
Hit the street, homie, swerve
No less than a hundred thousand
Is sittin in the back seat
(Now we peelin off the curve)

[CHORUS: Eminem]

So put the money in the bag
Bitch, this is a stick-up
Andybody who moves
Is gettin picked up
Off the ground
{gunshot}
This is the sound
This is how it's goin down
If I'm goin down
Then you're goin down
Now, this is the plot
We pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught
I'm peelin off
The deal is off
But if we
Can pull this caper then we
Can get to stayin
Where we wanna
Off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are..

[VERSE 3: Kuniva]

I got some tricks up my sleeve
I walk in the 7-11 and grab Habi and put the heat to his cheek
Don't even think about movin
Just give me the loot and
I be cruisin along with my day
And there won't be a shootin
(Mister, please don't hurt me! I have a son!)
Oh my God, Habi, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me!
All this for 376 dollars and 8 cents?
This robbery does not make sense
Come on out, bitch.. yeah, you
Behind the chip rack
Your stank-ass is on the verge of gettin pimp slapped
Give me your paper, your jewels
And all of your valuables
Serious about that scrilla conniving animal
Rushin out the front door
Zig-zaggin and dodgin traffic
If it gets drastic, my automatic will start blastin
That's how we do it where I'm from
Me, Swift, and Hush
We dodgin off, thinkin of which bitch to rush

[CHORUS: Eminem]

So put the money in the bag
Bitch, this is a stick-up
Andybody who moves
Is gettin picked up
Off the ground
{gunshot}
This is the sound
This is how it's goin down
If I'm goin down
Then you're goin down
Now, this is the plot
We pull this off
Then we split the pot
We get caught
I'm peelin off
The deal is off
But if we
Can pull this caper then we
Can get to stayin
Where we wanna
Off to Tijuana
Come on, I'm ready if you are..

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