Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2) lyrics

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(Chorus)

But my niggaz talkin about robbin well jump into the chevy hit the dash board

get the mask But all my niggaz talkin about swoppin the wheel the devil control

me to a sweet robbery

(DJ Paul)

I cruise in my chevy shakin these late nights and soon a killa will thank me

will come out again to take another life Im tired of hidin from 5-0 cas these

fools scope me nightly Im changin my identity and playin more roles than that

nigga spike lee this shit aint fake I gotta break and get the fuck back from

this murder case for chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it aint

so fun when its real them cops cant roll to Triple Six so no lord can save 'em

I try to least say not after that but now I ask of another favor one of my

homies died two of my niggaz in the JC but now I ask of you first power bring

'em back to me we ran a job off top we had to pop some cops bust in some fools

house made us lead us to his stash spizot Skeemask over my skull papers in my

mouth cause Im grilled bitch its a house call glock nine with no love killaz

from the south gotta peel caps that make your shells fall but I will be the

only one still leg locked employed cause job to me you need to lay down you

niggaz you bitch

es you snitches smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies

(Chorus)

(Juicy J)

This shit is on Im scopin out this fool that I dont like who fucked me out some

money wait till the night Im gonna touch him with a gauge gotta touch him wit a

gauge nigga think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed first I hit the weed

bomb hit full of redrum nigga betta give me some or I'll make your body numb

bitch I thought you knew it was on when when you pulled that shit flodgin ass

nigga prepare for tha trigger wit no fuckin heart you gonna meet this sick

killa dont step you better watch your back better watch your self watch out for

the niggaz you trust or take your last breath when I put this tone up in yo

face its gonna be a case without no trace the robber had a mask on tryin to get

his blast on no evidence this shit'll be erased were in pauls chevy deep were

visions in your sleep the Juice, Project Pat, Lil Glock & S.O.G, Lord Infamous,

and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back another sweet robbery another

muthafucker jacked

(Chorus)

(Koopsta Knicca)

The devils in the air yea helpin that I find your sorrow straight buddah smokes

we robbin hoe koopsta knicca know leavin them bitches no sorrow that why I'll

never know the secrets of the many double quickness you can pick it up in

dividend get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta nigga your deadly friend I

take you for your ride take you to the evil side bitch i'd rather see you dead

than alive misery burn outta cry for one day not all misery cured cops caught

the witness on me and my nigga keep ??? in all them hoes So you triziks can

witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pros kurt rolled the

windows solo so we can get out of here Paul caught two bitches in the den

comiting a rob with the ten ten corpses dead with torches to the night into

they brain them pray day always so we buried them bitches on amother day no

heavin sin no evidence man you cant fuck with this for you niggaz who wont

wanna give up all of your shit then you gon be a dead bitch you hear him an

then a body droppin in a

ditch they say Im crazy though i really say im a lunatic

(Chorus)

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