Inside Job

Lyrics

[Intro] Mr. X to the Z (who am I?) M-M-M-Mr. X (who am I?) X to the to-the-to-the Z M-M-M-Mr. X-X-X-X to the Z (yeah, yo) M-M-M-Mr. X-X-X-X to the Z [Verse] So it's one fifteen in the mornin', I'm comin' up, a hard day, serve We gettin' drunk, smokin' herb and the third dyke you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin' yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up Get him on the phone, hurry up 'cause I ain't tryin' to get stuck So what the fuck is the hold up? ("Nigga, sit your ass in the chair and I'll be right there") Reminds me I gotta shake the spot I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*) Yo, who is that man? ("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, but he'll be right back") Yeah, that's when I shoulda got the heater But I was too busy in the kitchen countin' money and takin' shots of tequila Started countin' out twelve when it hit me If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang Before I could yell out to lock the front ("Ayy, ayy") Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck ("Get yo' ass down") Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked But worse than that, I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap ("Where the muh-fuckin' sack, homeboy?") Yeah, woulda killed Terminators Only D between us is a stove and a refrigerator (yeah) Came in and put the gauge to my chest Took the money off the table and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it, nigga?") You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman 20,000 cash, neatly stacked, wrapped in rubber bands Snatched the whole shit and broke out I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin' ("Alright, nigga") Dumpin' at the getaway cars but they was mashin' I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin' These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty Yeah, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad 'cause the K-9 bit me Shipped me off downtown for the bookin' Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin' Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors One at the door, another one askin' questions Stupid shit like, "Who was I shootin' at? Was it gang related and where do they kick it at?" But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people involved it was an inside job But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss Set bail at fifteen G's, no sweat Got cars slippin' tonight, and almost got wet Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right Since I'm already here I'ma spend the night [Outro] Hey, hey I need to use the phone again *Car horns* Ay, ay man Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit? Man, ahh Do I look like I wanna kill? Ayy man, fuck that Ayy, look... I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it Aight, ayy, let me get the top bunk Ayy man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine, man