Three 6 Mafia - Get Ya Rob lyrics

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Stick'em up

All the flossin' on the town'll

(Get ya rob)

You be splurgin' all ya cash'll

(Get ya rob)

I heard trickin' with all them broads'll

(Get ya rob)

And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will

Get ya rob

At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas

Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers

Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey

Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates

Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine

He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine

He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.

Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on it's way

Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot

She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop

Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was

I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?

Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot

And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice

I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot

The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second...

They're just patrolling, I need to get'em

The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump

I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk

I'm running across the street (street)

I'm sweating like a beast (beast)

With chains on my hands (hands)

And shackles on my feet (feet)

My second robbery ('ry)

My heart rate just increased ('creased)

I'm kickin' down the back door...

Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it

Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head

You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it

Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid

They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws

We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawl

Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out

We comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out.