Big Pun - Fast Money lyrics

Mad stressed (Yo, just chill bro, chill man)
Nah, nah, I gotta get this money
(Yo, chill you got everything going for you
Man) i ain't got nothing, right now, man
(Niggas calling you and all that, man)
Nah, that shit was down
('Bout to blow soon, you know?)
Niggas ain't for real, kid that's a dream
Kid this is reality this is reality this is
The real world nah I gotta get this fucking
Money, kid word up fuck that, nah, fuck that
(Whatever, man)

I got the sweetest heist, million in cash
Another three in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust
Plus get beef tonight here's the plan
(plan) , we nab the man, bring a camcorder
Grab his fam
And run the train on his granddaughter
"Nah chill, that's too ill
For real I'd rather kill somethin'
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill
And drill fuck him
Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap
And give up all the morsels"
It's settled, better put on your metal
Foot on the pedal we got a half hour before
The plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance
The devil in pants
Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin' a chance, I've only got one
My hundred shot tommy shotguns my judge
Jury and Johnny Cochran

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money
I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe
Anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Ayo the plot thickens
I'm pickin' the locks in the back entrance
Payin' attention
Not tryin' to get knocked and
Catch a fat sentence
Not to mention these kids is mafioso
With lots of dough so
They got the popo locked with a
Don "The Rock" Muraco chokehold (oh oh)
Their security system's linear
Laser protection no sweat
I brought the miniature
Mirrors for reflectin'
Inspectin' the vault for weapon's assault
Second of course it's poison, it sprays
Boiled and baked in Epsom salt
Reppin' New York is the cat burglar
The fat murderer
Slippin' the clip in the MAC, inserterer
Hurtin' your pockets
Droppin' your stock to zero profit
Holdin' heroes hostage and
Mansions for ransom like De Niro mob flicks
Back to the topic at hand, the grand prize
The safe flies open
The shine almost blinded my eyes
I cracked the code
Enough ice to make you laugh at gold
Passed the dough to Cuban, started
Movin' for the back, let's go
That's when I heard the sirens
Hopin' that my ears was lyin'
Knew we was dyin' when I saw
The guard we tortured cryin'
Pointin' at the building screamin'
"I can see them, kill 'em!"
Snipers was willing but couldn't
There's too many civilians
Still inside, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die
We die busting our guns"

Oye castigador, saca el fucking cañon
Vamos pa la guerra, vamos señarlo!
A castigarlos!

Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money
I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe
Anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place
Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash
For the fast money
I smash the niggas' shit like a crash dummy
Ask money where the safe
Anybody move gettin' laced
Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place

Ayo it's time to pay
And I ain't trying to give my shine away
Let's show these pigs how much we give
A fuck about the brighter day
I cock the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock
It was diesel
Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and
Started poppin' like it was legal
We need a plan, if we can make it to the van
Missile launchers there with
The grenade pistol i bought from Uncle Dan
Me and my man are runnin' out of ammo
I got about a handful of Black Rhinos
And two Rambos strapped to my ankles
I trampled over one of the bodies
I grabbed the steel
Threw the bitch over my shoulder and
Used her butt as a shield
I filled the clip with the
Little bit of bullets remaining
Cuban said, "Move your fat
Ass faster motherfucker, they gaining"
I gave him the case, told him, "Go 'head
Save yourself blaze a L in my memory
Tell the family I gave 'em Hell" for real
That's when I heard the tires screechin'
Peeped and it was Joe the God
With twenty Terror Squad niggas reachin'
Conversation and gunfight to fade