Bust it   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 nice and weeded   Celebratin nigga, heist completed