Sweet Robbery

(Chorus) (DJ Paul) I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee This shit ain't fake i gotta break And get the fuck back on 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 niggah's 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 But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg Locked Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies. (Chorus) (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 with a gauge Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some Or O'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 self, better watch your self, Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out 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 Pauls 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 mother fuckin' jack *Talking* (Chorus) (Koopsta Knicca) The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddah Smoke We robbin' hoe, 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 dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air By the Koopsta niggah don't (.?.) I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side Bitches would rather see you dead than alive Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta here Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain (...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on another day No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with this Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic (Chorus.till fades)