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Charlestown
Ask them Charlestown boys how the fuck we get down
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there is nothing but love
My boy P-Money is college educated and our inside plug
Wall Street asked if he was interested in a billion dollar task
He took the fucking job thinking break these bitches without wearing a mask
New janitors and secretaries in every sector began to appear
In the meantime shit was being diverted like these motherfuckers were in arrear
My Boy Miguel, a computer genius, did what the fuck he did
He rewrote computer codes and all of our stealing was hid
Account levels with depths no more than a few hundred were drastically increased
Privatized and governmental accounts even retirements were eternally decreased
How did they access us, when was the fucking system breached
They're all busted and disgusted maybe the system should be impeached
Charlestown boys are controlling, hell yeah, fucking planned attacks
My boy P-Money is showing them the real shit security is about to get jacked
Armored trucks with doors blown and money falling off the racks
Wavy ran up in that bitch and started throwing shit out the fucking back
P-Money knows the rules keep returning to work with a smile
Miguel knows to wipe all hard drives before we all go into exile
Janitors were paid as accounts were cleaned the fuck out
Secretaries prepared and handed in letters of resignation casting no doubt
Ice from safety deposit boxes is chilling in freezers in Charlestown
Everything will be laundered or fenced as soon as the heat dies down
I've got a taste for something spicy maybe Jamaica or Mexico for a while
Those Charlestown boys may do Sosua or Brazil as we burn through our stockpile
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there is nothing but love
My boy P-Money is college educated and our inside plug
Wall Street asked if he was interested in a billion dollar task
He took the fucking job thinking break these bitches without wearing a mask
New janitors and secretaries in every sector began to appear
In the meantime shit was being diverted like these motherfuckers were in arrear
My Boy Miguel, a computer genius, did what the fuck he did
He rewrote computer codes and all of our stealing was hid
Account levels with depths no more than a few hundred were drastically increased
Privatized and governmental accounts even retirements were eternally decreased
How did they access us, when was the fucking system breached
They're all busted and disgusted maybe the system should be impeached
Charlestown boys are controlling, hell yeah, fucking planned attacks
My boy P-Money is showing them the real shit security is about to get jacked
Armored trucks with doors blown and money falling off the racks
Wavy ran up in that bitch and started throwing shit out the fucking back
P-Money knows the rules keep returning to work with a smile
Miguel knows to wipe all hard drives before we all go into exile
Janitors were paid as accounts were cleaned the fuck out
Secretaries prepared and handed in letters of resignation casting no doubt
Ice from safety deposit boxes is chilling in freezers in Charlestown
Everything will be laundered or fenced as soon as the heat dies down
I've got a taste for something spicy maybe Jamaica or Mexico for a while
Those Charlestown boys may do Sosua or Brazil as we burn through our stockpile
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