Killah Priest - Robbery Lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest]Yeah, you know I got to get this damn money, manNah, I can't take this this timeEverybody got the boy stressed, about to do somethin', you knowTrynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could[Killah Priest]Look, my cash nope, baby cryin'Had enough, I grabbed my ironCall up the crew, is what you doBe in my spot, around twoOh yeah, bring some guns, bring some mac'sI got a way, we can make some cashMy woman beefin', my momma sickIf I don't get it, look, I'mma flipThe doorbell ring, exchange some slangWe laughed a little, ya'll got them thingsOkay thanks, now look here's the planHold up, please, whose your man?Oh him? That's, my man SharodDon't worry about him, that's the GodHe specializes in gun firin'Pickin' locks, ditchin' copsAnd robberies, goes on, robbin' spreesHe's the, he's the man, here's the planRemember the bank, we at beforeWell, he headed back to make a withdrawel[Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)]It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)[Killah Priest]Three in the back, two in the frontLoaded up the gats, while we pullin' upHere's the spot, let's make it popAnything move, we make it hotDoors open, we put our masks onOur gats poked, it won't take that longAnybody grab me, I whispered softlyDo what you got to do, to get them off meHands twitchin', gettin' feelingsSaw the security, might have to kill 'emWalk through the door, damn it's crowdedWalked on the floor, then shouted(It's a robbery!) Everybody downDon't make a move, don't wanna hear a soundLooked a Sharod, gave me the nodLet me know, I did my job[Chorus 2X][Killah Priest]Told the teller, feel the bagsHad the mack, pointin' at the glassHurry up, you're movin' slowTime is money and I got to goGrab the bags, head for the doorBackin' out, clutchin' the dogWe heard sirens, dashed to the rideAnd cop we see, open fireCop car, swung around the blockMy man Rock, opened up the shotsMy homey Lace, real nutty caseSaid let's get it on, ***** a chaseWomen screamin', grabbin' they kidsMy homey Lace, flashin' the shitLaughin' and shit, homey is sickLook at Sharod, said let's goFour desperado's, holdin' the doughMake a left, yo, make a rightHead straight, though, watch those lightsWe're in the hideout, laughin' it upWatchin' the news, about the bank we stuck[Chorus 2X]
