Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Armed Robbery, artist - Eightball & MJG
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Armed Robbery |
Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded |
checking out it’s bullets just to make sure it won’t explode this |
hand around of the handle of my snub, no skill |
I must be for real in the procedure for a kill |
stood around the corner while I cased out the bank |
busted in the door and stuck the guard wit’a shank |
ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit’the quickness |
shot the bank teller so it wouldn’t be a witness |
fled out the door with the money in my left hand |
still in my right hand running like a wild man |
ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee |
couldn’t be late for my trip to Jamaica |
heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him |
with a sharp object making sure that I get him |
put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic |
jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick |
jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run |
shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam |
quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast |
got a mile in the boat ran out of gas |
oh no Joe! |
the cops can’t get me… |
I’ll never be wanted for armed robbery |
(Eightball) |
On the other side of town |
moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride |
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide |
MJG know the plan so the shit is on by the time 5−0 come we’ll be through and gone |
got to the area, stop then took a glance |
puttin’on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants |
where I saw the right on time, now it’s time for the crime |
do the crime waste no time then I’m going to get mine |
waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw |
then shot the other fool I ain’t thinking 'bout no law |
jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal |
then fired up a square man doing about 1−10 |
looking in my rear-view 5−0 everywhere |
messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air |
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block |
hit the gas even harder fool I ain’t gonna stop |
crash through the road block they ain’t gonna get me yet |
J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet |
jumped out of the truck with fast P’s right behind my ass |
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash |
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway |
took to the air yea I got away scott-free |
fired up a Mac j P’s didn’t catch me countin all my money from a strong armed robbery… |
(MJG) |
You thank it’s over but it ain’t |
cause I can’t get caught by authority |
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it’s me reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth |
dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out |
swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss |
did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this |
I put the money in the spot |
took the clothes that I got |
tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask |
changed clothes in between spots |
hands, spot-C |
the designated area we call spot-B |
see I can’t be broke so I come up with a plan |
the man, money soon in they hand |
get over get up and jet |
bounce the set |
the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested |
MJG testing his strategy. |
wit’a slick armed robbery |
(Eightball) |
Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica |
thinking about why I took the money for the faka |
me living poor and wishing to be richer |
and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture |
of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me just because I took a little money in a robbery |
landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads |
smoking on the gunja messing with my head |
the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club |
I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs |
jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away |
ran to the hills where I hid for a few days |
no, I’m not the one that they will catch soon |
bought me a palace in the hills wit’a hundred rooms |
I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D |
I plead guilty to armed robbery! |