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Текст песни (Sunz of Man f) Shabazz the Disciple, Su - Armed Robbery

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* avail. via http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/32/sunz_of_man.html[sample]You didn`t have any guard downstairs?You didn`t have a look out? Huh? Fifteen years, we never been hit, we changed apartments We never used that one before, we thought we were okayYou thought, well your ass must have been thinkingBecause now we`re out 300,000 dollars, do you hear me good?Do you hear me good? We`re out 300,000 dollarsNow what do we do? Huh?[Intro: Shabazz The Disciple]Armed Robbery[Supreme repeating this throughout the whole song]Dirty ones, flamers, bastards, robbers[Shabazz the Disciple]I stalk like a hawk on the sidewalkLookin for my prey, sometimes I hit the subwaySchemin to catch a jackpotShit is hot, too many cops, I think I`ll run up in the crack spotI started learnin shit, no I`m scramblinApproach a group of shorties who were gamblinI play it off and ask one of them a question"Yo shorty, I`m lost, yo help me out with some protection"We started kickin, and somethin kept shininI looked at his hand, it was a ring full of diamondsEvil is my level of thinkinGet all I could get and leave niggas dead and stinkinI drew my guns from a hoister on my sideThis is a stickup, don`t make it a fuckin homicideGive me the gats, quick fast, so my nine will blastAnd gave it up and did a hundred yard dashI had shorty on the ground, face downShittin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 poundI cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his assRobbed him blind, left his ass all gashed[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple]Committin Armed RobberiesCommittin Armed RobberiesCommittin Armed RobberiesTryin to best, but the fat fuck poverty[Shabazz the Disciple]Continued on my mission, I went to the cornerTo the phone booth and called `Preme and the troopsI told `Preme to plan it with a carryCuz we`re we goin tonight, yo it`s kinda scaryI told him bring grenades and extra driversTo pull this shit off right, we can`t leave survivorsReach the scene of the crime, got on the jobDressed to rob was the muthafuckin Mad MobWe left the driver wit the engine runninRan up in the buildin, on our way to make a killinReach the floor, rang the bell on the doorCop my four-four, ready to ring them niggas rawI rang the bell once more, and nigga opened the doorBla, bla, I put his brains on the floorWe ran up in the spot, lettin off mad shotsUntil the last nigga droppedAnd when he dropped, I realized it was crimeI said to myself, "Yeah, this nigga ass is mine"Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged himTied him to a muthafuckin chair and I gagged himTorture muthafuckas, we, you know how we doCut off all his fingers and dwelt him wit a needleWhen he recuperated, then he cooperatedHe started singin where his drugs were being operatedBuck to the chest, bang to the headBream shot up in the ear to make sure he`s deadThe next thing on my mind, yo it was leavinBut first I gotta make sure no one else is breathinWe took climb down the fire escapeStripped him of his mon`, and we took the safeDealt from Supreme and my cousin PumpsterWe packed him in a body bag, dumped him a dumpsterLeft his ass in the garbage, all smotheredThrew a grenade in the window, and ran for coverWe saw a witness on our way out the gutterMy little cousin Pumps slit his throat wit a box cutterWhile he was layin and gaggin, I put a two to his headAnd blew that shit up wit leadAnd peep the click and my nine outJumped in the Beamo, wit the safe and we headed for the hideoutI was thinkin about that floatin catastropheWe left at least 10 or more casualtiesSplattered around, butt nakedThe only means of identity is there muthafuckin dental records[Chorus][Shabazz the Disciple]So stay away from Armed RobbersThat`s somethin ya don`t know aboutUse your brain before I blow it outI`m leavin niggas in pieces, given `em closed casketsEven the fuckin priestsStickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearsesLivin in poverty bothers meThat`s why I`m duckin 25, on homocidin on robbery

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