Artist: Othorized F.A.M. Album: Hot Like Sahara Sand Song: The Plan Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Crunch Lo] Yo, what's the plan? The plan is to snatch all you can From six to hundreds, to thousands of plans For my F.A.M., goal is to snatch all the gold The root of all evil, got us out of control [Molly-Q] We all amongst friends, goodfellas and godfathers Knowledge find it and tried it, his dime pieces, ya'll go feces Indy in the ghetto, style meadow, incognito Infultrate the papi boot, then sneak through with no equal Knowledge my dog, evil love all ways Leather suits, night troops, rather wearing Timb boots Hawaiian stay charged, said lieutant sarge Captain Crunch C. Major, Othorized on the boards From Ferry two times, lose tactics, stay bandit Represented ill trips, with his diamond punch netted I sweat like Big Val from Staten to Manhattan Hurry tapping more creams, than organized into rapping The goal, the goal is to snatch all gold The root of all evil, got us out of control [Lounge Lo] Now stand by, check on how I got the fly From overseas to out of state now back to S.I. Guess why, like why ask why, like blood cry Ooh, I die, puff la, but me not gon' cry Bout the situation cuz these niggas had me waiting Hallucinating, off that shit that they was baking Now they gon' find a real nigga from the grain I bring the pain, I got a stain for ya name Fuck the fame, I'm in it for the C.R.E.A.M. like my team Wu-Tang Clan, 36 styles are mean Faces, check the traces, back up to spaces V.A. tried to get down, but look who got it locked now Killah Hill Projects, along G.P. Wu Wild West, Jungle Nilz and the grain who be through Yo, we flew, '92 with slang too Live and direct from the 1-6-Oooh I thought you knew, interlude and now I'm here Making plans with my F.A.M., Othorized they got my man I give a sware, love to my niggas who ain't here '97, 19, I'm holding down my square [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] Plans, plot it out like blueprints (ladies and gents) See I've been waiting a long time to rinse My face and hands in hip hop, waters and lands Getting paid by the grands, take it to the fucking plan And going off track for a damn thing Got this rap shit wide like Colombians with drug rings That's my steez, premeditates success, Dutch Masters and hineys While we preview the progress Power rules made, rock the show, get rid of all the white people Othorized F.A.M. lethal Like bags of murder shit, burn bag the soul First we got together with the shit that old gold Now we got pounds of Heineken, meeting ends Rocking whips with eighteen karot grins And chrome rims, mad things have changed It's more cream in the pocket, instead of spare change All we here is fame, with smell, I'm the same And I'm never gonna change, the gritty C nigga Few cut short, and short change [Crunch Lo] Where's my pimps, fresh from up state down the street Do what is real deep Stay on your feet and tred water Verbal slaughter was the order from the captain Big up them niggas steady stacking the cream flow Status is low, no need to know about my history Building this mystery trying to get with me, walking dictionary With killa instincts, for cemetaries, is where these fags end up In a hurry, flurry's a style, brought in a box, son Infered on, so I think I should spot ya I got ya asshole, and you next to talking Shit, watch the rhyme razor split Precision on the flip mission, wishing I never started spitting All these words, go to work on gods and herbs Fuck with my nerves, stop blinding like Slick Rick I hang with slick dick, cornbraids four fifths It's all real, fuck goalies, just snorting the fiends, over and over And showing no fear, when we boosting on the corner [Chorus] [Crunch Lo] Scarred my soul, but the knowledge we ain't right Stay tight, all my peeps hold it down, when we shine Like lights on figurines, we might consume the real You know how we feel, repeat a nice meal And fat Dutchies then appear with fat slat of dat