Robbery (Album Version Explicit)

(feat. Ice Water Inc.) [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] [whispering] Eh yo.. eh yo. [speaking normally] Ice Water (yeah yeah) Don't get it twisted We'll shoot yo' ass, ****er Haha (P.C., *************, P.C.) Y'all ****ers got about fifteen seconds to live [Stumic] Yo it's a new year, ****er, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, ****er, and the game is over *************s, talkin' faces, soldier If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off bullshit the way I'm supposed to You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts [P.C.] Yo.. yo.. yo. Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch It's like I hard ball and you, play soft Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf) Shots'll rip ya face off, ****er ya heard me? Beat you black and blue like a Hi******an jersey P.C. never been known to play games I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain I ************* and aim, miss you then pop ya dame Only reason that I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite] Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking] You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you *********a, huh? Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking] You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you *********a, huh? [Cigars] Y'all bitches see me eatin' all of your plate Don't give a **** about your background or the songs you make And I know you see the draw on the waist Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face They call me Alexander Sean the Great Cuz your bitch said she love the way the nigga talk all in the cake I need this bank money, throw me the safe All these killas involved, the cops'll **** around and chalk the place Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks Bitch is take free, not used to money off the books Broke bitches get caught in a juks I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you bitches off the hook [Polite] What the **** you gon' do when we run in your crib? Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids And we only got hours to live So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge ' Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' bitches Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn bitches Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight But I might go upside ya ******' head with a pipe Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite Give a **** about a hood, it ain't safe at night You niggas! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)] I'm tellin' you, man Young mother****ers, man Y'all bitches is really ****ing pissin' me off Who you gon' run to? Who you gonna ****ing call when I put this mother****ing fo'-fo' long in your mother****ing mouth, boy? Haha (Shot in yo' face) Who the **** you gonna call? (Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh