Текст песни Akinyele - The Robbery Song
Akinyele - The Robbery Song слова песни
hookNiggas know we do robberies, we ain`t running up in no crib for 2 G`sWe want about 50 Thou and 4 Ki`s And maybe after that we just might breathBut if you think it can`t happen, nigga pleaseWe put you on your knees, like you was prayingWe ain`t playingIt`s the O-FFI-CIAL, O-RIG-INAL, SEASON-AL, motherfucking CRIMI-NALSYou know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat`Who Is It?" Thats your sentenceLooking through the peephole with your eyes squinchingToo late, we kicked the door off the hingesI heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-trackedThats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpetWith the rug rats, where the drugs at, FUCK THAT!I represent broke niggas who ain`t no joke niggaBullets rolled in Bamboo cause we here to smoke niggasAnd fuck them uppercuts, like we here to fight you upMan, we hang you from a chandalier and light you upWe like free delivery cause we take niggas outLeaving you cracking like Daffy with duct tape on your mouthAnd roping you with strings and tessles squeezing your blood vesselLeaving your ass tied up like pretzelsAk to the Inye to the Le, rolling with real G`sDoing these official robberies Yes!hookI`m on some Mike Tyson ex-wife shit kidThats how I`m livingCause when I start robbing, you`d better start givingHow else you think the money`s supposed to come thats whyWhen I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbsI extort as you get stuck for bucksWhether its in airplanes or airports cause I don`t give a flying fuckI drop it like an incinerator was the topic Cause I`ll be damned if you ain`t I`ll empty in your pocketsShake you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing heroAkinyele put one in your bellyAnd leave your stomachs looking like the number 0As a rob like work cause I need mad dineroCream, like Vaseline put you in Intensive CareWith the Tech 9 backing you up like spinesTaking your materialistic things like ringsLike your hoe, your doe, gold and diamondsI turned this art into art-tilleryWith guns that bark to keep them from killing meOn point, like a sword cause I always stay on boardReady to clap a stinking victim like a fucking applauseAnywhere, anyplaceEven if you got condoms in your walletThat don`t mean your money`s safeSo act like you not having it when I start grabbing itGuns in your face (gibberish) like you talk ArabicHolding a Mac that I pimp like a mackBut some of you macks, never find a MacEver since you lost that job at McDonaldsBut I know that I`ll Mork your ass like Nanu-NanuBy putting one shell in your head like a rhinoOr I`ll do to 2 to your headBefore I damn wanted to let you know that you ain`t who`s hotAnd you niggas not making it home in the fucking morningBECAUSE..............hook