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You didn't have any guard downstairs?
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You didn't have a look out? Huh?
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Fifteen years, we never been hit, we changed apartments
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We never used that one before, we thought we were okay
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You thought, well your ass must have been thinking
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Because now we're out 300,000 dollars, do you hear me good?
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Do you hear me good? We're out 300,000 dollars
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Now what do we do? Huh?
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[Intro: Shabazz The Disciple]
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Armed Robbery
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[Supreme repeating this throughout the whole song]
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Dirty ones, flamers, bastards, robbers
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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I stalk like a hawk on the sidewalk
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Lookin for my prey, sometimes I hit the subway
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Schemin to catch a jackpot
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Shit is hot, too many cops, I think I'll run up in the crack spot
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I started learnin shit, no I'm scramblin
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Approach a group of shorties who were gamblin
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I play it off and ask one of them a question
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"Yo shorty, I'm lost, yo help me out with some protection"
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We started kickin, and somethin kept shinin
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I looked at his hand, it was a ring full of diamonds
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Evil is my level of thinkin
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Get all I could get and leave niggas dead and stinkin
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I drew my guns from a hoister on my side
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This is a stickup, don't make it a fuckin homicide
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Give me the gats, quick fast, so my nine will blast
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And gave it up and did a hundred yard dash
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I had shorty on the ground, face down
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Shittin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 pound
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I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass
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Robbed him blind, left his ass all gashed
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[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple]
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Committin Armed Robberies
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Committin Armed Robberies
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Committin Armed Robberies
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Tryin to best, but the fat fuck poverty
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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Continued on my mission, I went to the corner
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To the phone booth and called 'Preme and the troops
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I told 'Preme to plan it with a carry
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Cuz we're we goin tonight, yo it's kinda scary
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I told him bring grenades and extra drivers
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To pull this shit off right, we can't leave survivors
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Reach the scene of the crime, got on the job
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Dressed to rob was the muthafuckin Mad Mob
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We left the driver wit the engine runnin
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Ran up in the buildin, on our way to make a killin
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Reach the floor, rang the bell on the door
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Cop my four-four, ready to ring them niggas raw
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I rang the bell once more, and nigga opened the door
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Bla, bla, I put his brains on the floor
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We ran up in the spot, lettin off mad shots
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Until the last nigga dropped
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And when he dropped, I realized it was crime
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I said to myself, "Yeah, this nigga ass is mine"
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Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged him
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Tied him to a muthafuckin chair and I gagged him
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Torture muthafuckas, we, you know how we do
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Cut off all his fingers and dwelt him wit a needle
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When he recuperated, then he cooperated
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He started singin where his drugs were being operated
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Buck to the chest, bang to the head
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Bream shot up in the ear to make sure he's dead
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The next thing on my mind, yo it was leavin
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But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathin
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We took climb down the fire escape
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Stripped him of his mon', and we took the safe
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Dealt from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster
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We packed him in a body bag, dumped him a dumpster
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Left his ass in the garbage, all smothered
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Threw a grenade in the window, and ran for cover
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We saw a witness on our way out the gutter
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My little cousin Pumps slit his throat wit a box cutter
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While he was layin and gaggin, I put a two to his head
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And blew that shit up wit lead
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And peep the click and my nine out
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Jumped in the Beamo, wit the safe and we headed for the hideout
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I was thinkin about that floatin catastrophe
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We left at least 10 or more casualties
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Splattered around, butt naked
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The only means of identity is there muthafuckin dental records
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[Chorus]
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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So stay away from Armed Robbers
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That's somethin ya don't know about
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Use your brain before I blow it out
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I'm leavin niggas in pieces, given 'em closed caskets
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Even the fuckin priests
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Stickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearses
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Livin in poverty bothers me
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That's why I'm duckin 25, on homocidin on robbe |