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 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 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 & S.O.G Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back Another sweet robbery, another motherfuckin' jack 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 The terror's in the air, yeah hopin that I find your soul ho Straight Buddah Smoke We robbin' ho, cause a niggah know leavin' them [?] sorrow Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly you'll be givin up dividends You get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta Knicca yo deadly friend I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side, bitch I'd rather see you dead than alive Misery but I don't cry for one day, medical mistery kind Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah [?] on many of hoes So you triziks can witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pro's Kurt rolled the windows so no slawness could get out or in Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain The pain didn't go away so we buried them bitches on another day No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with this For you niggas wo won't give up all of yo shit, you gon' be a dead bitch You hear him and then a body droppin' in a ditch They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic 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