Bonnie And Clyde Part Ii lyrics

Bust your guns
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me?
Smell me?
That`s right
I`ma take this one straight to the top
It ain`t takin` away
We smash it, scrape scrape
It`s real like that, you know what I mean?
Bonnie and Clyde forever y`all

[Jay-Z & Foxy]
Gun check
Check
Go over the plan
I`m gonna pull up to the joint slow then hop out the van
Nah don`t hop out, slide out
Lookin` like a knockout
Show a little thigh
Make this nigga`s eyes pop out
Cease him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he `bout eat it
Then let him see a fist
Exactly
Two gun totin` I seen done stole it
Ain`t nothin` gonna stop me and honey from rollin
Yeah we done promotin`
We come for the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny- get shot
Nigga hands high
And I hope none of you niggas got plans to die
We can`t stand goodbyes
Take history
Me and this bitch will be like 5 years together, right?
Damn, seems like forever
We trade shots
We spray blocks
And we never fail
And we stay hot

[Chorus - Jay-Z & Foxy]
Would you die for your nigga?
Yeah I`d die for my nigga
Would you ride for your nigga?
I`d get sly for my nigga
Would you live for your nigga?
Super big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga- would you ride for me?
Rapper rivalry
Would you die for me?
I`d hang high from a tree
They ain`t ready for us nigga
Obviously
Sounds like Bonnie and Clyde to me

[Foxy]
I protect you like a vest
I`m the lady with a 380 special
Right next to you
Glock poppin`
Y`all stalkers
Two guns, two hun
Get down
I tear this whole shit down
Thang over vault
Pull bank jobs
I banged ya skull when I aimed to sprawl
Y`all niggas can`t do a thing to this broad
My bullets hurt the same as y`alls
I`ve been taught by the best
Stored at the breast
Ran a niggas shit
Crossin` my chest
Life on the line said prayers under my breath
I knew I`d be all right because right there to my left...right

[Jay-Z]
Hover baby
Told you baby
Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
Same nigga that taught you how to hold an .80 baby
>From day one `til we old and crazy
Let`s kill the world

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z`]
Renovate chemical
The bank robbers in
Our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin`
Everybody hits the floor
Guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep your cries to a limit
Time check mom, we got about 5 minutes
Before the authorities rush
And the FBI`s in it
That teller`s up to something
Look, his eyes are squinted
Don`t let that button be the reason why you`re finished
Yeah, the sky`s the limit
Until we reach B.I.G
Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
Gotta reverse the six
Let`s smirk
Head jerk
Almost got whiplash
We got a shitload of cash
Throws it in the stash
Long as we keep shit in like this
Shit, ain`t nothin` fuckin` with this
You my Clyde for life
I`m your Bonnie like this
I can see us gettin` rich like this nigga

[Chorus & Ad-lib to fade