Lyrics:
we'll just leave it to God
Honestly, all them robberies
From Queensway to Kensal Green, I gotta eat
Shit, we did them properly (For real)
I had ten
Rhythm Nation Janet
Boy don't make me jack son, robbery, uh, bodily harm
Was underground, now she topping me off, slob on my knob
Niggas fronting like I
on
'Bout you're on to me
Then I roll up the zoot then call my young don
It's a robbery
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they're stepping
the [?] of consignment
Went to gripping heat to awards up on the mantle piece
Committing petty robberies, my [?] beside of me
Police tryna cuff the king,
browns
Egg muffins with the luggage 'cause we gotta go
We the '96 Bulls, fam we on a roll
Before the mixtapes it was Sellotape
Robbery time, you
never the same
Nevermore will you place the blame
Robbery guilt robbed of our choice
When you robbed us of the power of our voice
a wild animal
When he get's hungry then it's robbery season
Beaten up as a child
So he likes to hurt people, he don't need a reason
He thought them man
somethin' she ain't tried to be
They found her fingerprints and they believe her story
Gone for homicidal robbery, damn
Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean
robberies (tss)
Op de motherfucking street, er is veel crack (ah)
Fully Louis, en ik ben met Jack (motherfuck)
Jonge jongen naar de top, ze dachten ik was
here all over my face
It hasn't happened yet
There's a feeling I regret
I'm guilty of the robbery about today
When I'm broke into your heart
einen Palast
Ficke euch seitlich, Flügelzange Robbery
Keine Sympathie zu anderen Rappern, Allergie
Ich liebe Waffen, hab' 'ne ausgeprägte Fantasie
blaming
You for banging the beat I can't blame them really it's
Invading the streets caught for bank robbery, blame the
Damned lottery I take
with benefits
I lifted you from your knees
To show you what exquisite is
Please bitch, Things change ain't no robberies
So while you was in the back
What fun would jail be?
Not too fun you see,
It's guys like me that commit robbery,
Adultery, and other types of felonies,
Only to be sent
We're never doin' what we oughta be
Rest in peace to my homeboy Peewee
Got shot by a cop in a robbery and honestly
That part of our lifestyle is
dead
Are you he?
Did you die on a tree
And I can't help
It makes me think
Made of dirt
Full of greed
Like a thief
Making life in robbery
Police man stepping on my foot
With his heals so I won't run
He said I'm suspected of a robbery
That happened down on Lexington
I told him I was
cruel
Terror breathes the air I breathe
It's the checkpoint on my way to school
Terror is the robbery of my land
And the torture of my mother
many daylight robberies
Did you pick up the money and run, honey?
Be honest
compassion in the trail of tears
Drive bys and robberies I been dwelling in ATL for years
I slang hand to hand no procrastination
Worser than Candyman off
you splattered like paint your whole anatomy faints
Stuffed like Latter Day Saints that don't know how to be quaint
It's assault robbery or a battery
children
Ignored me
Shot two of them niggaz in broad day
One died turned a robbery into a homicide
He called back the next day like
[SixXx]
We had a little
at ya' rover
It's over ya' mouth'll get ya' shot dick blower
Robberies and murders on ya' block I did it
You might get ya' truck shot at if I'm in it
Let
Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery
A car flipped, all the money spilled out
Before it was done, police caught him with some
Riddle of bullets, he died
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