Songtexte G.T.A. - Mad Mic.

Get in the car
Homeboy you can't keep
Fucking around
Couple a mil in the bank
And figuring out
How to take them bags
Straight up into my house
Now huddle up crouch down
I'mma tell you the plan
We got one way in
And a couple of men
Stand guard at the door
Gotta take 'em out
Slow down
Big man
Still lookin' around
Look over there
Take the camera out
Don't you be
Chickening out
Boy can't be freakin' out
We got the Glocks
And the cops ain't stoppin' us
You know we fucked
You don't adjust
The paycheck coming
Only once
So stay real quiet
Just follow my lead
Got my eye on the green
And you better believe
That I'm the man
With the plan
Get the cash
From the bank
Take the world in my hand
Homie
Less talking
More action
Understand me?
No time for you
Wilin' out
Like Wile E
Coyotes
All up on ya back homie
Turn around, take 'em out
Gotta have my back homie
One wrong move
And we got the 5 0
On our ass
Gotta stay real quiet
Jack
It's sneak attack
Doors open homie
I just ran a hack
Better act fast man
Put the money in the duffel bag

You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?
Put that money in the duffel bag
You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?

Goddamn!
The cops is on us
Get your ass in the back of the
Van I'm driving
Leave the money on the side
No time to count it
Po po
Ain't about to come and
Ask real nice
For this shit
Make our way to the
Helicopter then we get
To a place where the
Pigs ain't all up in yo biz
Get the cash put it all
In my retirement
It's life I've been planning
For a while
I'm living like a free man
Chillin' on the beach
With a bitch
Get a sun tan
Sippin' on some Bud Mag
Rollin' up blunt and
Listenin' to Eminem
Ain't nobody fucking with me
They know I am
You don't?
Homie let me remind you
That I got a .45
And fucking problem
When them bitches
Come at me
All guns blazing
I'mma make sure
That your bitch ass
Wasted
Pop!
Look homie
Got another headshot
Oh!
Another one
See the fucking body drop
Oh damn son
Military on our ass
Five stars homie
Get in the chopper
Come on let's go
I drop bombs in the bitch
Cause I like that
Twelve cars in the crib
And they all black
Too far with this shit
Now I fall back
It's a game I know
But I want all that

Put that money in the duffel bag
You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?
Put that money in the duffel bag
You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?
Put that money in the duffel bag
You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?
Put that money in the duffel bag
You got
One life
It ain't G.T.A.
Put that money in the duffel bag
Well it just might be man
Whose to say?