Robbery feat. Savoy

歌詞

[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, you know I got to get this damn money, man Nah, I can't take this this time Everybody got the boy stressed, about to do somethin', you know Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could [Killah Priest] Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' Had enough, I grabbed my iron Call up the crew, is what you do Be in my spot, around two Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some mac's I got a way, we can make some cash My woman beefin', my momma sick If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip The doorbell ring, exchange some slang We laughed a little, ya'll got them things Okay thanks, now look here's the plan Hold up, please, whose your man? Oh him? That's, my man Sharod Don't worry about him, that's the God He specializes in gun firin' Pickin' locks, ditchin' cops And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees He's the, he's the man, here's the plan Remember the bank, we at before Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel [Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)] It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it) We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it) [Killah Priest] Three in the back, two in the front Loaded up the gats, while we pullin' up Here's the spot, let's make it pop Anything move, we make it hot Doors open, we put our masks on Our gats poked, it won't take that long Anybody grab me, I whispered softly Do what you got to do, to get them off me Hands twitchin', gettin' feelings Saw the security, might have to kill 'em Walk through the door, damn it's crowded Walked on the floor, then shouted (It's a robbery!) Everybody down Don't make a move, don't wanna hear a sound Looked a Sharod, gave me the nod Let me know, I did my job [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest] Told the teller, feel the bags Had the mack, pointin' at the glass Hurry up, you're movin' slow Time is money and I got to go Grab the bags, head for the door Backin' out, clutchin' the dog We heard sirens, dashed to the ride And cop we see, open fire Cop car, swung around the block My man Rock, opened up the shots My homey Lace, real nutty case Said let's get it on, fuck a chase Women screamin', grabbin' they kids My homey Lace, flashin' the shit Laughin' and shit, homey is sick Look at Sharod, said let's go Four desperado's, holdin' the dough Make a left, yo, make a right Head straight, though, watch those lights We're in the hideout, laughin' it up Watchin' the news, about the bank we stuck [Chorus 2X]