Robbery

(专辑： The Lex Diamond Story - 2003)

[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, nigga
Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.)
Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live

[Stumic]
Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm taking over
My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over
Niggas, talking faces, soldier
If rap don't work, get back to that baking soda
On the strip trying 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 spraying the toaster
Sparking shoot outs and start popping off shit the way I'm supposed to
You the type to go up North straight scrapping a sore butt
And ain't nutting worse than getting shot as soon as you woke up
You got work? I'll be raping ya dolja
I'm taking his pack and breaking his back and making him throw up
Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waiting 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 blazing 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, nigga ya heard me?
Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey
P.C. never been known to play games
I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain
I cock 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 mothafucka, 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 mothafucka, huh?

[Cigars]
Y'all niggas see me eating all of ya plate
Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make
And I know you see the draw on the waist
Looking stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face
They call me Alexander Sean the Great
Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
I need this bank money, throw me the safe
All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place
Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks
Shit is take free, not used to money off the books
Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook

[Polite]
What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
Either we leaving 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 looking niggas
Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas
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 fucking head with a pipe
Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite
Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
You fucker!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Polite (Stumic)]
I'm telling you, man
Young motherfuckers, man
Y'all niggas is really fucking pissing me off
Who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' fucking call when I put this motherfuckin
fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfucking mouth, boy?
Haha (Shot in yo' face)
Who the fuck you gon' call?
(Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh