Sweet Robbery nº2

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But my niggaz talkin about robbin well jump into the chevy hit

The dash board

Get the mask but all my niggaz talkin about swoppin the wheel

The devil control

Me to a sweet robbery

I cruise in my chevy shakin these late nights and soon a killa

Will thank me

Will come out again to take another life im tired of hidin from

5-0 cas these

Fools scope me nightly im changin my identity and playin more

Roles than that

Nigga spike lee this shit aint fake i gotta break and get the

Fuck back from

This murder case for chill this shit is cool to rap about but

See to me it aint

So fun when its real them cops cant roll to triple six so no

Lord can save 'em

I try to least say not after that but now i ask of another favor

One of my

Homies died two of my niggaz in the jc but now i ask of you

First power bring

'em back to me we ran a job off top we had to pop some cops bust

In some fools

House made us lead us to his stash spizot skeemask over my skull

Papers in my

Mouth cause im grilled bitch its a house call glock nine with no

Love killaz

From the south gotta peel caps that make your shells fall but i

Will be the

Only one still leg locked employed cause job to me you need to

Lay down you

Niggaz you bitch

Es you snitches smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies

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This shit is on im scopin out this fool that i dont like who

Fucked me out some

Money wait till the night im gonna touch him with a gauge gotta

Touch him wit a

Gauge nigga think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed first i

Hit the weed

Bomb hit full of redrum nigga betta give me some or i'll make

Your body numb

Bitch i thought you knew it was on when when you pulled that

Shit flodgin ass

Nigga prepare for tha trigger wit no fuckin heart you gonna meet

This sick

Killa dont step you better watch your back better watch your

Self watch out for

The niggaz you trust or take your last breath when i put this

Tone up in yo

Face its gonna be a case without no trace the robber had a mask

On tryin to get

His blast on no evidence this shit'll be erased were in pauls

Chevy deep were

Visions in your sleep the juice, project pat, lil glock & s.o.g,

Lord infamous,

And crunchy black got them gats to your back another sweet

Robbery another

Muthafucker jacked

Refrão

The devils in the air yea helpin that i find your sorrow

Straight buddah smokes

We robbin hoe koopsta knicca know leavin them bitches no sorrow

That why i'll

Never know the secrets of the many double quickness you can pick

It up in

Dividend get a ton of burn in the end by the koopsta nigga your

Deadly friend i

Take you for your ride take you to the evil side bitch i'd

Rather see you dead

Than alive misery burn outta cry for one day not all misery

Cured cops caught

The witness on me and my nigga keep ??? in all them hoes so you

Triziks can

Witness the triple six click for them souls like robbery pros

Kurt rolled the

Windows solo so we can get out of here paul caught two bitches

In the den

Comiting a rob with the ten ten corpses dead with torches to the

Night into

They brain them pray day always so we buried them bitches on

Amother day no

Heavin sin no evidence man you cant fuck with this for you

Niggaz who wont

Wanna give up all of your shit then you gon be a dead bitch you

Hear him an

Then a body droppin in a

Ditch they say im crazy though i really say im a lunatic