*Eminem whistling* 

[Teller] Hi 

[Eminem] How you doin'? 

[Teller] How can I help you? 

[Eminem] Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal... 

*gun cocks* Put the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you 

[Teller] What? Oh my God, don't kill me 

[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you, bitch. Quit fucking around 

[Teller] Don't kill me, I have two kids at home! 

[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you! 

[Teller] Don't kill me! 

[Eminem] Hurry the fuck up! *gunshot* Thank you! 



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[Verse 1: Hush] 

I gotta keep this engine running (I'll be back) 

Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up 

'Cause I ain't going back to jail 

I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek 

I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak" 

What the fuck is taking so long? 

(Hurry up, motherfucker, I'ma hit this gas and be GONE!) 

But I can't leave my homey (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 getting nervous 

Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons 

Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee 

(Here's a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me!) 

I hope they didn't ring the alarm (Shit) 

Swifty's gonna 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 fucking police chase, shit 

Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash 

(Yo nigga, pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo' cash!) 

Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back 

(Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps) 



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Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup 

Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground 

This is the sound, this is how its going down 

If I'm going down, then you're going down (down) 

Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot 

We get caught, I'm peeling off, the deal is off 

But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper 

Then I'm going, off to Tijuana 

Come on, I'm ready if you are 



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[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] 

??? while I sit in the car chiefing 

In the mood to be thieving this season 

Hey yo, Hush, I'ma snatch what they ??? 

Pull over and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose 

You can either read it or see it 

(What you mean, "Read it or see it?") 

It'll work, know what's worse? 

It's better than having to beat a bitch up out of her purse 

I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting 

For the day they get up in this motherfucker 

So don't drive away (I'll be right here!) 

Hey ('sup?) Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK 

And 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!" (Don't shoot!) 

I hopped a gate, shot a citizen 

After he gave me the combination to open it 

And there was nothing but Benjamins 

Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door 

Hush is in the front, revving up (Motherfucker, come on!) 

I jumped over the security, while he on the floor 

Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw 

Hit the street and we swerve 

No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat 

(Now I'm peeling off the curb) 



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[Verse 3: Kuniva] 

I got some chips up my sleeve 

I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv 

And put the heat to his cheek 

Don't even think about moving 

Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising 

Along with my day and it won't be a shooting 

(Mister, please don't hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!) 

Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me 

All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents? 

This robbery does not make sense 

Come on out bitch (scream) Yeah, you, behind the chip rack 

Your little stank ass is on the verge of getting pimp slapped 

Gimme your paper, your jewels, and all of your valuables 

Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal 

Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic 

If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting 

That's how we do it where I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush 

We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush 



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