Lyrics:

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 nigga G-N-U-T is up inside
He's trapped with the AK, that's how us East Bay niggas ride
Player, I'mma spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that old ass security guard out his shoes
Well, ayo, nigga, 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' licks 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 nigga 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

Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'

We runnin' up out the bank
Yellin' 'clear' to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
That's showin' you niggas how to properly fuckin', huh
We rushed it to the getaway, we slid away
Niggas 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' niggas trailin'
And from behind a couple of pistols and some UZI's
And I'm thinkin' to do them niggas 'fore them motherfuckers do me in
It's kind of simple, shoot them in the temple
Send them to the morgue
I got my niggas 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: 50 G's, 100 stacks
My trigger gots no heart and, yo, it ain't no love, bitch
Nigga, talkin' about killin' motherfuckers, dumpin' 'em in a ditch
I must survive, 'G', they won't take me alive, 'G'
Peepin' out these niggas 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 nigga's blood
I'm givin' a fuck so, yo, wassup, I feel a wild pitch
I'ma light this chronic and start some O.K. 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'

Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'
Don't ring the alarm, 'G'

*several gunshots*