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Sweet Robbery, Pt. 2 Lyrics - Artist : Three 6 Mafia
[Kingkin Skinny Pimp:]
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Jump into the chevy hit the dash board get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet robbery [DJ Paul:] I cruise in my chevy, shakin' these late nights And soon the killa within me will come out again to take another life I'm tired of hidin' from 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that nigga Spike Lee This shit ain't fake I gotta break And get the fuck by from this murder case For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em I try to least stay after but now I ask for another favor One of my homies died, two of my niggas in the J.C But now I ask of you, first power, bring them back to me We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops Bust in some fools house made him lead us to his stash pizzot Ski mask over my skull, papers in my mouth cause I'm grilled Bitch it's a house call, Glock nine with no love, killas from the south gotta peel Caps and the make shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg Locked Stay employed to this B, it's like a job to me to lay down you niggas, you bitches You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Jump into the chevy hit the dash board get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet robbery [Juicy J:] This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like Who fucked me out some money (What how I squash this shit) Wait till the night I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch him with a gauge Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed First I hit the weed bomb Fifth full of red rum Nigga better give me some or I'll make your body numb Bitch, I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart You gonna meet this sick killah don't step Better watch your back, better watch your self Watch out for the niggas you trust or take your last breath When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case without no trace The robber had a mask on, tryin' to get his blast on No evidence cause this shit will be erased We're in Paul's chevy deep, with visions in your sleep The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock |
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