[Intro: Killah Priest]
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Yeah, you know I got to get this damn money, man
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Nah, I can't take this this time
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Everybody got the boy stressed, about to do somethin', you know
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Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could
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[Killah Priest]
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Look, my cash nope, baby cryin'
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Had enough, I grabbed my iron
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Call up the crew, is what you do
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Be in my spot, around two
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Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some mac's
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I got a way, we can make some cash
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My woman beefin', my momma sick
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If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip
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The doorbell ring, exchange some slang
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We laughed a little, ya'll got them things
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Okay thanks, now look here's the plan
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Hold up, please, whose your man?
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Oh him? That's, my man Sharod
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Don't worry about him, that's the God
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He specializes in gun firin'
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Pickin' locks, ditchin' cops
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And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees
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He's the, he's the man, here's the plan
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Remember the bank, we at before
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Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel
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[Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)]
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It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
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It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
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We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)
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We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)
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[Killah Priest]
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Three in the back, two in the front
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Loaded up the gats, while we pullin' up
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Here's the spot, let's make it pop
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Anything move, we make it hot
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Doors open, we put our masks on
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Our gats poked, it won't take that long
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Anybody grab me, I whispered softly
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Do what you got to do, to get them off me
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Hands twitchin', gettin' feelings
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Saw the security, might have to kill 'em
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Walk through the door, damn it's crowded
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Walked on the floor, then shouted
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(It's a robbery!) Everybody down
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Don't make a move, don't wanna hear a sound
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Looked a Sharod, gave me the nod
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Let me know, I did my job
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Killah Priest]
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Told the teller, feel the bags
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Had the mack, pointin' at the glass
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Hurry up, you're movin' slow
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Time is money and I got to go
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Grab the bags, head for the door
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Backin' out, clutchin' the dog
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We heard sirens, dashed to the ride
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And cop we see, open fire
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Cop car, swung around the block
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My man Rock, opened up the shots
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My homey Lace, real nutty case
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Said let's get it on, fuck a chase
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Women screamin', grabbin' they kids
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My homey Lace, flashin' the shit
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Laughin' and shit, homey is sick
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Look at Sharod, said let's go
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Four desperado's, holdin' the dough
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Make a left, yo, make a right
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Head straight, though, watch those lights
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We're in the hideout, laughin' it up
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Watchin' the news, about the bank we stuck
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[Chorus 2X]
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Robbery
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Killah Priest |