Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robbery (feat. Savoy), artist - Killah Priest.
Date of issue: 17.01.2015
Song language: English
Robbery (feat. Savoy) |
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 |