The Robbery Song

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Niggas know we do robberies, we ain't running up in no crib for 2 G's

We want about 50 Thou and 4 Ki's

And maybe after that we just might breath

But if you think it can't happen, nigga please

We put you on your knees, like you was praying

We ain't playing

It's the O-FFI-CIAL, O-RIG-INAL, SEASON-AL, motherfucking CRIMI-NALS

You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat

'Who Is It?" Thats your sentence

Looking through the peephole with your eyes squinching

Too late, we kicked the door off the hinges

I heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked

Thats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpet

With the rug rats, where the drugs at, FUCK THAT!

I represent broke niggas who ain't no joke nigga

Bullets rolled in Bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas

And fuck them uppercuts, like we here to fight you up

Man, we hang you from a chandalier and light you up

We like free delivery cause we take niggas out

Leaving you cracking like Daffy with duct tape on your mouth

And roping you with strings and tessles squeezing your blood vessel

Leaving your ass tied up like pretzels

Ak to the Inye to the Le, rolling with real G's

Doing these official robberies Yes!

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I'm on some Mike Tyson ex-wife shit kid

Thats how I'm living

Cause when I start robbing, you'd better start giving

How else you think the money's supposed to come thats why

When I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs

I extort as you get stuck for bucks

Whether its in airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck

I drop it like an incinerator was the topic

Cause I'll be damned if you ain't

I'll empty in your pockets

Shake you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero

Akinyele put one in your belly

And leave your stomachs looking like the number 0

As a rob like work cause I need mad dinero

Cream, like Vaseline put you in Intensive Care

With the Tech 9 backing you up like spines

Taking your materialistic things like rings

Like your hoe, your doe, gold and diamonds

I turned this art into art-tillery

With guns that bark to keep them from killing me

On point, like a sword cause I always stay on board

Ready to clap a stinking victim like a fucking applause

Anywhere, anyplace

Even if you got condoms in your wallet

That don't mean your money's safe

So act like you not having it when I start grabbing it

Guns in your face (gibberish) like you talk Arabic

Holding a Mac that I pimp like a mack

But some of you macks, never find a Mac

Ever since you lost that job at McDonalds

But I know that I'll Mork your ass like Nanu-Nanu

By putting one shell in your head like a rhino

Or I'll do to 2 to your head

Before I damn wanted to let you know that you ain't who's hot

And you niggas not making it home in the fucking morning

BECAUSE..............

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