Lirik Lagu Sweet Robbery - Three 6 Mafia
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(DJ Paul)I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nightsAnd soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another lifeI'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightlyI'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike leeThis shit ain't fake i gotta breakAnd get the fuck back on this murder caseFor chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's realThem cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'emI try to least stay after but now i ask for another favorOne of my homies died, two of my niggah's in the J.CBut now I ask of you first power bring them back to meWe ran a job off top, we had to pop some copsBut still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzotSkeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilledBitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peelCaps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leglockedEmployed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitchesYou snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.
[Chorus]
(Juicy J)This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't likeWho fucked me out some money(What how I squash this shit)Wait till the nightI'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gaugeNiggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayedFirst I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me someOr O'll make your body numb bitchI thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shitFlodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heartYou gonna meet this sick killah don't stepBetter watch your self, better watch your self,Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breathWhen I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no traceThe robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast onNo evidence cause this shit will be erasedWe're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleepThe Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.GLord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your backAnother sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack*talking*
[Chorus]
(Koopsta Knicca)The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddahsmokeWe robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrowThats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quicklyYou'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the airBy the Koopsta niggah don't (..?..)I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil sideBitches would rather see you dead than aliveMisery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery criedCops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoesSo you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro'sKurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta herePaul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in tenTen corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain(...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on another dayNo heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with thisFuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitchYou hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditchThey say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic
[Chorus..till fades]
[Chorus]
(Juicy J)This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't likeWho fucked me out some money(What how I squash this shit)Wait till the nightI'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gaugeNiggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayedFirst I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me someOr O'll make your body numb bitchI thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shitFlodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heartYou gonna meet this sick killah don't stepBetter watch your self, better watch your self,Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breathWhen I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no traceThe robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast onNo evidence cause this shit will be erasedWe're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleepThe Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.GLord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your backAnother sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack*talking*
[Chorus]
(Koopsta Knicca)The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddahsmokeWe robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrowThats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quicklyYou'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the airBy the Koopsta niggah don't (..?..)I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil sideBitches would rather see you dead than aliveMisery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery criedCops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoesSo you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro'sKurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta herePaul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in tenTen corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain(...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on another dayNo heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with thisFuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitchYou hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditchThey say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic
[Chorus..till fades]
