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Raekwon - Robbery lyrics
f/ Ice Water Inc. [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] {*whispering* Eh yo.. eh yo. {*speaking normally* Ice Water (yeah yeah) Don't get it twisted We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.) Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live [Stumic] Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts [P.C.] Yo.. yo.. yo. Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch It's like I hard ball and you, play soft Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf) Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me? Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey P.C. never been known to play games I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame Only reason that I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite] Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking* You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking* You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? [Cigars] Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make And I know you see the draw on the waist Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face They call me Alexander Sean the Great Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake I need this bank money, throw me the safe All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks Shit is take free, not used to money off the books Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook [Polite] What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib? Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids And we only got hours to live So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge 'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night You fucker! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)] I'm tellin' you, man Young motherfuckers, man Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off Who you gon' run to? Who you gon' fuckin' call when I put this motherfuckin fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? Haha (Shot in yo' face) Who the fuck you gon' call? (Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh |
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