Split Prophets - Stick Up lyrics

(Verse 1 - Upfront MC & Res One) Everybody hit the deck quick This is a stick up Don't act rash ‘Cause nobody's gonna miss us Nah we rob banks Like Tom Hanks drivin' a pickup With guns loaded sat in our hands We have one motive I guess you noticed this So shut your mouths, no talking Don't go phone calling Mr Piggy Dawkins Now I got a hostage screaming “Don't shoot me!” Well I won't if this goes smoothly Just hand the money and don't sue me Truly to the unruly It's no movie We need this you see So don't make me get loopy We buried you deep so Hi Res man, keep the hostages near I'll take the vault with the bomb No need for locksmiths in here Just give me warning if the cops should appear I got it locked man Nobody's wage is great enough to get brave and get Popped in the face Just get the Glock from the safe The tiny box and the papes (Verse 2 - Upfront MC & Res One) Yo, I open the safe now you lay down on the floor The money we take out, like five hundred thousand or more Before we hear the sound of the law surrounding us raw The staggered sound of a roar Get up We need to break out Make route to that safe house But the coppers blocked the ways out With snipers on the roofs And helicopters full of trained scouts To take your face out I agree Hi Res man it's time to escape now We need to break out I've just started panicking Check both the exits I'm stressed but just managing This girl's crying, b**h, pack it in Shut up you dumb f** Why are you trying to ha**le him? You know what? f** it, plan 2 Gun to this girl's head I held a message for the Feds that read "We want free rides to pa** to get this cash out fast Or this la** gets blast, you cra**?" (Verse 3 - Upfront MC & Res One) They took a minute to react After sending the note For them to throw a smoke Bomb through the door as it opened and then it closed We both froze Here it goes We gotta make a break for it Took a couple shots at the copper by the gate and hit him Straight in the face with it Cause we don't aim to miss Shoot the gun at the pigs until the bacon strips Bring replacement clips Or end up on the pavement Six shots fired, grazed but missed I said that way too quick Bullet hits my waist and makes me twist Like I'm breaking sh**, the blood splatters my face As I stand in amazement And try to react to the pain but can't gather the strength Feeling as if this about to happen again Grapplin' pain I see Ups take another hit and splatter his brain I think “f** it”, gun to head And do exactly the same