EPMD Lyrics

EPMD Lyrics

"Hit Squad Heist Lyrics"

Style Kills Lyrics
Big bills Cheap thrills Style kills You say you set your standards way too high So you convincingly effect a compromise Some unsuspecting body's gonna pay When you discover that you can't always Have your way Big

Intro-
PMD: Yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. We got 2 minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. Yo, Redman, Solo, man don't get in
there and start frontin', man. Hit the vault, get the cash, don't shoot
*nobody*. Alright?
Erick: Tom, set the detonators. [beep beep beep beep]
PMD: We 'bout to do this shit...
Erick: P, let's do this.....now!

P: Freeze! (E: Hands in the air!) Nobody move!
(Mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool)
This is a st
Screaming For Vengence Lyrics
[Judas Priest cover] Hey listen don't you let them get your mind Fill your brain with orders and that's not right. They're playing at a game that draws you closer Till you're living in a world that's ruled by fear. Always takin' baby out t
ick-up, real deal, real steel.
(Full cooperation and no one gets killed.
Hey security old man, don't play hero)
Cuz a hero is a dead man, and a dead man is a zero.
Yo, hoe, pu tht loot in the money sack.
(You reach for the button, and then you gettin' smacked!)
?Check the quotes? {HUH?!} Stutter, mothafucka?!
(One more dumb move, P, and I'm-a buck her)
Chill, E. Listen lady, can't afford to do time.
Ome more slip up and your ass is mine.
I need all keys and codes to security boxes,
CDs (J
My Favourite Game Lyrics
Title: My Favourite Game Artist: The Cardigans I don't know what you're looking for you haven't found it baby, that's for sure You rip me up, you spread me all around in the dust of the deed of time And this is not a case of lust,
wels) plus money markets.
(Chill before I bulk like the Hulk, Bruce Banner. Yo Redman) Solo
{What?} Spray the cameras.
All men, women and children please hit the floor.
(Al B.) D-Wade (watch the back door)
Time to get scratch, bring around the 560 (Time check...) Minute and fifty.
{Time keeps on slippin-slippin} (Come on, P, man, ya bullshittin'.
(Hurry up, grab the sack and let's do this.
Pray for the Benz and haul ass like Carl Lewis)
A reminder, a hero's nothin' but a sandwich, Gus.
{This
Cruza La Frontera Lyrics
Alambristas, mojados, tijuaneros Cansados del campo, obreros de mota Familias pobres buscan oro De los estados unidos Un morral roto, calzones zurrados, Verga en mano, vete sin duda pendejo Pa trabajar pa un chino o judio Te pagan con t
is ridiculous} Say another word {I'll make ya famous}
{I feel like Bustin' Loose!} (P's been hit) {ow} A sharpshooter on the roof.

(Aw shit. Yo Redman, keep the money movin'...Yo Tom J, if I ain't out in 10
seconds, blow this mothafucker up and everybody, y'hear me?)
[Police] {You have 15 seconds to put your weapons down and come out with your
hands up. 15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...}
Let it go...{1}
[explosion]
{Yo, we outta here...} [tires screech]