Raekwon - Robbery Lyrics
(feat. Ice Water Inc.)[Intro: Polite (P.C.)][whispering]Eh yo.. eh yo.[speaking normally]Ice Water (yeah yeah)Don't get it twistedWe'll shoot yo' ass, niggaHaha (P.C., nigga, P.C.)Y'all motha*****as got about fifteen seconds to live[Stumic]Yo it's a new year, *****, and I'm takin' overMy whole crew here, *****, and the game is overNiggas, talkin' faces, soldierIf rap don't work, get back to that bakin' sodaOn the strip tryin' to catch more cake than OprahI got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a posterI talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toasterSparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed toYou the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore buttAnd ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke upYou got work? I'll be rapin' ya doljaI'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw upCuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow upI'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 flopWanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the potPut ya car on the line, I'ma take ya dropPut ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watchIt's like I hard ball and you, play softJust 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 jerseyP.C. never been known to play gamesI spray things that'll re-arrange ya brainI ***** and aim, miss you then pop ya dameOnly 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 ***** that you is?Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you motha*****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 ***** that you is?Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you motha*****a, huh?[Cigars]Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plateDon't give a ***** about ya background shit about the songs you makeAnd I know you see the draw on the waistLookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya faceThey call me Alexander Sean the GreatCuz ya ***** said she love the way the dick talk all in the cakeI need this bank money, throw me the safeAll these killas involved, the cops'll ***** around and chalk the placeYo they wonder why we hang with crooksShit is take free, not used to money off the booksBroke faggot nigga caught in a juksI'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook[Polite]What the ***** you gon' do when we run in ya crib?Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kidsAnd we only got hours to liveSo give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggasCuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggasYo this rap game twisted, everybody beefinEverybody killas now and ain't nobody leakinSmoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fightBut I might go upside ya *****in' head with a pipeGot a bulldog, not only do he bark he biteGive a ***** about a hood, it ain't safe at nightYou *****er![Chorus][Outro: Polite (Stumic)]I'm tellin' you, manYoung mother*****ers, manY'all niggas is really *****in' pissin' me offWho you gon' run to?Who you gon' *****in' call when I put this mother*****info'-fo' long in yo' mother*****in' mouth, boy?Haha (Shot in yo' face)Who the ***** you gon' call?(Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh
