But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Jump into the Chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
The devil controls 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 JC
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 dashboard, 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 'til the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch him with a gauge
Nigga 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 nigga prepare for the trigga with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killa, 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 & SOG
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery, another motherfucker jacked

But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Jump into the Chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
The devil controls me to a sweet robbery

The terror's in the air, yeah, never did they find your soul, ho
Straight Buddah Smoke, sweet robbery, ho
'Cause a nigga no leavin', no givin' no sorrow
No one will never know the secrets of the many double
Quickly she'll be pickin' up your dividends
You get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta Knicca, your 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 mystery kind
Cops caught the witness on me and my nigga get bullets up in on them hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pros
Kurt rolled the windows so no slawness could get out or in
Paul caught two bitches in the den, committing 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 who won't give up all of your 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

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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard