Lyrics Robbery - Raekwon, Icewater

Robbery

Eh yo, eh yo, Ice water\nDon’t get it twisted, we’ll shoot yo' ass, nigga\nHaha\nY’all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live\nYo, it’s a new year, bitch, and I’m takin' over\nMy whole crew here, bitch and the game is over\nMy niggas told me face this soldier\nIf rap don’t work, get back to that bakin' soda\nOn the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah\nI got clips that’ll leave you with ya face on a poster\nI talk slick and I’m sprayin' the toaster\nSparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I’m supposed to\nYou the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt\nAnd ain’t nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up\nYou got work? I’ll be rapin' ya dolja\nI’m takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up\n'Cuz the draft’s like a bomb and I’m waitin' to blow up\nI’ll take cash on ya mom’s and turn her frame to donuts\nYo, yo, yo\nEh yo, I’m blazin' hot, never haze or flop\nWanna battle? Name ya price, I’ma raise the pot\nPut ya car on the line, I’ma take ya drop\nPut ya jewels up, I’ma take ya chain and watch\nIt’s like I hard ball and you, you play soft\nJust call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off\nShots’ll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?\nBeat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey\nP.C. never been known to play games\nI spray things that’ll re-arrange ya brain\nI cock and aim, miss you, pop ya dame\nOnly reason that I came through’s to lock the game\nYo, it’s time to die, who you gon' run to?\nWho you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?\nYou stand firm or be the bitch that you is?\nWould you grab the guns or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?\nIt’s time to die, who you gon' run to?\nWho you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?\nYou stand firm or be the bitch that you is?\nWould you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?\nY’all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate\nDon’t give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs you make\nAnd I know you see the draw on the waist\nLookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face\nThey call me Alexander Sean the Great\n'Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake\nI need this bank money, throw me the safe\nAll these killas involved, the cops’ll fuck around and chalk the place\nYo, they wonder why we hang with crooks\nShit is take free, I see not used to money off the books\nBroke faggot nigga caught in a jukes\nI’m a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook\nWhat the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?\nEither we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids\nAnd we only got hours to live\nSo give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge\n'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas\n'Cuz I’ll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas\nYo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin'\nEverybody killas now and ain’t nobody leakin'\nSmoke a lot of weed so I don’t like to fight\nBut I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe\nGot a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite\nGive a fuck about a hood, it ain’t safe at night\nYou fucker\nYo, it’s time to die, who you gon' run to?\nWho you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?\nYou stand firm or be the bitch that you is?\nWould you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?\nIt’s time to die, who you gon' run to?\nWho you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?\nYou stand firm or be the bitch that you is?\nWould you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?\nI’m tellin' you, man\nYoung motherfuckers, man\nThat niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off\nWho you gon' run to?\nFuckin' you gon' go call when I put this motherfuckin'\nFo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?\nShot in yo' face\nWho the fuck you gon' call?\nCall the cops\n© CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; WU TANG PUBLISHING;\nRobbery Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.