[Produced by DJ Paul & Juicy J]
[Chorus: Kingkin Skinny Pimp]
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
J-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
The Devil control me to a sweet robbery (Robbery)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I cruise in my chevy, shakin' these late nights
And soon, the killa within me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' from 5-0, 'cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that nigga Spike Lee
This shit ain't fake, I gotta break
And get the fuck back from this murder case
So chill, this shit is cool to rap about
But see, to me it ain't so fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six, so no lord could save 'em
I tried to leave Satan after that, but now I ask him another favor
One of my homies died, two of my niggas in the JC
But now I ask of you, first power, bring 'em back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops
Bust in some fools house, made him lead us to his stash p'izz'ot
Ski mask over my skull, papers in my mouth, 'cause I'm grilled
Bitch, it's a house call, Glock 9 with no love
Killas from the south gotta peel caps, and make the shells fall
But I'll be the only one still live large
Influence the beats, it's like a job to me to lay down
You niggas, you bitches, you snitches
Smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies
[Chorus: Kingkin Skinny Pimp]
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
J-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
The Devil control me to a sweet robbery (Robbery)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I cruise in my chevy, shakin' these late nights
And soon, the killa within me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' from 5-0, 'cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that nigga Spike Lee
This shit ain't fake, I gotta break
And get the fuck back from this murder case
So chill, this shit is cool to rap about
But see, to me it ain't so fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six, so no lord could save 'em
I tried to leave Satan after that, but now I ask him another favor
One of my homies died, two of my niggas in the JC
But now I ask of you, first power, bring 'em back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops
Bust in some fools house, made him lead us to his stash p'izz'ot
Ski mask over my skull, papers in my mouth, 'cause I'm grilled
Bitch, it's a house call, Glock 9 with no love
Killas from the south gotta peel caps, and make the shells fall
But I'll be the only one still live large
Influence the beats, it's like a job to me to lay down
You niggas, you bitches, you snitches
Smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies
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