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But my niggaz talkin about robbin well jump into the chevy hit the dash board
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get the mask But all my niggaz talkin about swoppin the wheel the devil control
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me to a sweet robbery
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(DJ Paul)
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I cruise in my chevy shakin these late nights and soon a killa will thank me
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will come out again to take another life Im tired of hidin from 5-0 cas these
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fools scope me nightly Im changin my identity and playin more roles than that
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nigga spike lee this shit aint fake I gotta break and get the fuck back from
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this murder case for chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it aint
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so fun when its real them cops cant roll to Triple Six so no lord can save 'em
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I try to least say not after that but now I ask of another favor one of my
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homies died two of my niggaz in the JC but now I ask of you first power bring
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'em back to me we ran a job off top we had to pop some cops bust in some fools
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house made us lead us to his stash spizot Skeemask over my skull papers in my
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mouth cause Im grilled bitch its a house call glock nine with no love killaz
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from the south gotta peel caps that make your shells fall but I will be the
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only one still leg locked employed cause job to me you need to lay down you
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niggaz you bitch
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es you snitches smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies
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(Juicy J)
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This shit is on Im scopin out this fool that I dont like who fucked me out some
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money wait till the night Im gonna touch him with a gauge gotta touch him wit a
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gauge nigga think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed first I hit the weed
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bomb hit full of redrum nigga betta give me some or I'll make your body numb
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bitch I thought you knew it was on when when you pulled that shit flodgin ass
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nigga prepare for tha trigger wit no fuckin heart you gonna meet this sick
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killa dont step you better watch your back better watch your self watch out for
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the niggaz you trust or take your last breath when I put this tone up in yo
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face its gonna be a case without no trace the robber had a mask on tryin to get
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his blast on no evidence this shit'll be erased were in pauls chevy deep were
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visions in your sleep the Juice, Project Pat, Lil Glock & S.O.G, Lord Infamous,
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and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back another sweet robbery another
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muthafucker jacked
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(Koopsta Knicca)
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The devils in the air yea helpin that I find your sorrow straight buddah smokes
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we robbin hoe koopsta knicca know leavin them bitches no sorrow that why I'll
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never know the secrets of the many double quickness you can pick it up in
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dividend get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta nigga your deadly friend I
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take you for your ride take you to the evil side bitch i'd rather see you dead
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than alive misery burn outta cry for one day not all misery cured cops caught
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the witness on me and my nigga keep ??? in all them hoes So you triziks can
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witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pros kurt rolled the
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windows solo so we can get out of here Paul caught two bitches in the den
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comiting a rob with the ten ten corpses dead with torches to the night into
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they brain them pray day always so we buried them bitches on amother day no
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heavin sin no evidence man you cant fuck with this for you niggaz who wont
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wanna give up all of your shit then you gon be a dead bitch you hear him an
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then a body droppin in a
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ditch they say Im crazy though i really say im a lunatic
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Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2)
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