Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Robbery , by - Killah Priest. Release date: 04.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Robbery |
| Man, I gotta get this damn money, man |
| Nah, man I can’t take this, this time, straight up man |
| (Yup! Elephant Man, that’s Killah Priest |
| I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets |
| America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep |
| That’s me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do |
| Whatever way I could, youknowhatImean? |
| Yo |
| Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' |
| Had enough, I grabbed my iron |
| Call up the crew, is what you do |
| Be at my spot, around two |
| Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some ass |
| 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, y’all got them things |
| Okay thanks, now look here’s the plan |
| Hold up, Priest, yo, 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 and, ditchin' cops |
| And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees |
| He’s the, he’s the man, here’s the plan |
| Remember the bank, we met at before |
| Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel |
| 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) |
| Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood |
| Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood |
| It’s tally good, rob that nigga, be and say all good |
| Give back to the project, cuz we should |
| Eighteen, forty like, he met thee, only we make the money |
| We pilot off, pilot off, been at the bank, we not the money |
| We not bummy, roll 'em tree, I’m not funny |
| We climb it, y’all no homey, give thanks |
| Show me a car ruff, where we walk, the money that we make |
| Man off the chauffeur, not until we gettin' it |
| Know people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreck |
| The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt |
| And my friend, Killah Priest, don’t own a private jet |
| Because of friend, those and thousand |
| Droop it, that told me write rhyme, me write check |
| You not like, Killah Priest and the Elephant Man, come on! |
| 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 |
| Any cop we see, open fire |
| Cop car, swung around the block |
| My man Rock, opened up 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 desperadoes, 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 (it's a robbery!) |
| You know! |
| You like an engineer warrior, laser beam carrier |
| We tear on any bank or done broke any barrier |
| Nuclear taxin' like Whitney or Mariah |
| We either come together, one that never ponder |
| Any face the project loss and only cuz he get that |
| Better you felt on the navy, you felt on the army, the undertaker |
| Marine, agile list the, that this one, we be later |
| Killah Priest, boy, I heft it on, yup! |
| You rule it on them, them they know who we are |
| Plus we get the paper, we ready for Jaguar |
| Fly rim or swim, we drive me a car |
| Either you done a movie, or you a movie star |
| You can come again, or you can travel me again |
| Hire like them and then I did it again |