FES TAYLOR - Rob Me A Nigga lyrics

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Rob Me A Nigga / Fes Taylor[Fes Taylor]You need money? Go and hit a bank, niggas stick to check cashingLike everybody down with the tech flashingI don't want shit in the drawers, crack the safe open'Fore I crack a nigga face openNiggas ain't joking, Hollywood nigga ain't HoganSnatch a nigga til he find out it ain't goldenThis for my robbery niggas who take moneyRun around saying he got '88 moneyGot an old school thirty for a case like thatClassic black Champion hoody, gator to matchI run up in your gate with this strap, where the paper at?Heard you was holding that bread like a baker ratIf a nigga running with feds, put a paper stackRight on a nigga head, like he wear Laker hatsBottom line, niggas kill for that dollar signSoul crossing my niggas, you out of your mindFaggot, money, you get it, if you don't split itWith the hood, hood coming to get it, muthafuckasI'm riding round town, I'm just looking for a jooksTech nine on me, see a bullet full of crooksGo and get it nigga, want it nigga, pushCuz a nigga push like my homegirl bushWish a nigga would cross my path and lost my mathI leave a homicide nigga with an autographMy signature move, I'm killing them tooSo I'm bout to pass a mil in a few, you dealing with who?Heard about the G-Unit shit, Koch Record dealYeah, I'm still on the block, clothes roll atcha stillI fuck with Deck for real, and Mazzaradi FoxSo you know, S.I./Q.U. connect for realSection 8, what up to Cafe and themFlex die chasing paper, spent his last day with him, nigga