Sweet Robbery, Pt. 2

[Produced by DJ Paul & Juicy J] [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Ju-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet robbery [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I cruise in my chevy, shakin' these late nights And soon, the killa within me will come out again to take another life I'm tired of hidin' from 5-0, 'cause these fools scope me nightly I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that nigga Spike Lee This shit ain't fake, I gotta break And get the fuck back from this murder case So chill, this shit is cool to rap about But see, to me it ain't so fun when it's real Them cops can't roll to Triple Six, so no lord could save 'em I tried to leave Satan after that, but now I ask him another favor One of my homies died, two of my niggas 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 him lead us to his stash p'izz'ot Ski mask over my skull, papers in my mouth, 'cause I'm grilled Bitch, it's a house call, Glock 9 with no love Killas from the south gotta peel caps, and make the shells fall But I'll be the only one still live large Influence the beats, it's like a job to me to lay down You niggas, you bitches, you snitches Smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Ju-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet robbery [Verse 2: Juicy J, Lord Infamous] This shit is on (Robbery) I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like Who fucked me out some money (I thought y'all squashed beef shit) Wait 'til the night I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch him with a gauge Nigga think he fucked me, gonna get his ass sprayed First I hit the weed bomb, fifth full of red rum Nigga better give me some, or I'll make your body numb Bitch, I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit Flodgin' ass nigga, prepare for the trigger, with no fuckin' heart You gon' meet your Six killa, don't step Better watch your back, better watch yourself Watch out for the niggas you trust, or I'll take your last breath When I put this tone up in your face It's gonna be a case without no trace The robber had a mask on, tryin' to get his blast on No evidence, this shit will be erased We're in Paul's chevy deep, with 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 mothafucka jacked [Interlude: Crunchy Black, DJ Paul, Juicy J] Aye, what's up fool? Drop that shit off Yeah, nigga Killa that muthafucka, killa that muthafucka, mane Give me that money, ho ass boy Triple Six, shoot that mothafucka Ahhhh It's like that, fool [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Ju-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet robbery [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] The terror's in the air, yeah, never did they find your soul, ho Straight Buddha smoke Sweet Robbery, ho, 'cause a nigga no leavin', me givin' no sorrow That's why I'll never know the secrets of the many double Quickness, you'll be givin' up the dividends You get a ton of burn in the end By the Koopsta Knicca, your deadly friendly I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side Bitch, the Koop would rather see you dead than alive Misery, but I don't cry, fool, I'm that medical mystery kind Cops caught the witness on me And my niggas get bullets up in on them hoes So you tr'izz'icks can witness the Triple Six Kick for them souls, like robbery pro's Kurt rolled the windows, so no slawness could get out of hand Paul caught two bitches in the den, commitin' like ruff up that ten Ten corpses that we tortured to the night into they grave The pain didn't go away So we buried them bitches on another day No heaven sent, no evidence, man, you can't fuck with this For you niggas who won't give up all of yo' shit Then you gon' be a dead bitch You hear him, and then a body droppin' in a ditch They say I'm crazy, though, I really say I'm a lunatic [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well Ju-Jump into the chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well The devil control me to a sweet—