Youngstown Heist

For the city
To get this money
Vegas, yo, yeah

Here's the rundown, Mustafa's gettin' money out in Youngstown
Get some goons together, a driver and bringin' them guns down
Heard he had his hands in some bricks plus a few pounds
Hang with some wild Haitians, settle shop in the dude lounge

Niggas is migratin', he came from Cue Gardens
With a live situation, got it in preparation
When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation
And follow all the clowns 'til you get to your destination

We here Tone, got our masks on, we 'bout to run up in
I know you ain't talkin' 'bout the house with the broken hinge
65 Alpine Drive, it's lookin' shady
So I hopped out, pulled the glock out plus the 3-18

Hit the livin' room, I've seen a ripped up sofa
A shattered coffee table, broken lamps and a flipped up stroller
The place was ransacked from front to back
(Yo, Trife, what you talkin', black?)
Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me where the office at

Take a left and head, down the hallway steps
Pass the paintin' on the wall, the third door on the left
The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the decks
Look inside the top drawer and get the key out the chest

Damn, son, aiyo what's takin' this nigga Trife so long
Hey, I don't know
Oh shit, yo, Bull, get down, get down, get down
Look at Stark pullin' up, son
Aww, man
I'mma try to call this in

Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pullin' up, windows tinted
Can't really tell who's in it but I know it's a rented
Down south plates, Atlanta or one of them states
(Yo, the cameras on)
Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates

Should I pop off, take his top off before he get to you?
Bully like
(Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do)
Aight
(Go ask for directions, right, I'mma go around the back)
(Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these niggas with the mack)

Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at
Hopefully he on his way and no one gotta die today
(Bang bang)
Two shots go off
(Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek)
Fuck it, Bully, let's ride

Shootin' out the sunroof, missin' and shit
I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit
Trife runnin' out the buildin', bustin', cussin'
Blood everywhere, you had to see this shit
(Disgustin')