Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn'
 I just finished doin a song
 Now I'm ready for sleep
 But first I want spaghetti to eat
 In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
 So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
 Then I got a beep
 My voice is harsh, barely can speak
 I called back on the cell
 It's Coley, mad as hell
 He told me to listen well as he started to yell
 "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
 And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn"
 "It's my wife, you sure?"
 "Yeah I'm sure
 I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
 "Yo, say no more, which one?"
 "The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge"
 "We goin' hurt those hoes"
 "And hurt both of them kids"
 Now I'm in the Range
 Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change
 I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames
 Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
 These niggas fuckin up my reputation
 I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
 Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
 And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup
 Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up
 "Yo, who that in the background?"
 "It's Tommy Giss"
 "Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down
 Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
 "Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute
 And pull our gats out and throw our mask on
 We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone"
 "We goin to get our laugh on when we're through
 But right now we got a job to do"
 "So let's do it"
 Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk
 Put the gat to her dress-shirt
 Told her to listen up before she get hurt
 "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
 What room they got?"
 She paused and said "212"
 Took the steps now I'm out of breath
 I gotta stop smokin
 Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death
 My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off
 Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off
 Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase
 I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face
 Then my other two niggas ran in
 Each had a cannon
 Ready to take care, how we done planned it
 "These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
 We know they got stacks
 Cause they don't move with nothin but weight
 We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use
 Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose
 "Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face
 So I just had your back
 You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at"
 He gave me the address then I ran outside
 But first I took the keys to his van outside
 And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash
 A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash
 I was dumb glad
 The sit didn't fit in one bag
 So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth
 And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
 When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
 "Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
 Man that's four bodies
 Two outta-towners and two hotties
 And after that we ain't sleep for three days
 We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways
 Now we all laughin hard, gettin weeded
 Celebratin nigga, heist completed