Robbery ’95 (Remastered)

[Intro]
Robbery
Robbery
Robbery (Run)
Armed robbery (Give it up)

[Verse 1]
Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid
My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen
That's the plan, you get swollen up when I stick G
Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger coat
Clothes line from behind, put the razor to this nigga's throat
Stand still – don't make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a land fill all over a grand bill
Money's something you should have gave up
Now your family has to dig a grave up, if your one of them bitch
Nigga rich, nigga with fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case faces covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone that has a frown, get messed up with a pound
By a man dressed up as a clown
You'll be dripping magenta lively, with no justice you'll die G
'Cause you can't identify me

[Chorus]
Robbery (Kid running)
Robbery (Give it up bitch)
Robbery (Hand it over Fuck)
Robbery
Robbery (Give it up)

[Verse 2]
I'm attacking you dressed up like the villain from Cobra
Unsober
Wearing a mask like it was the end of October
Your life is over, in your pants you're peeing
When I pull out my fucking 3 pound and represent like I'm skiing
I've done more shit than you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to fucking rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven, you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get sent to the lonely heaven
Don't go around on places I lurk, whore
'Cause I go berserk for everything you fucking work for
Don't think I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun under the trench coat
Plus when I get greedier, the media eats it up and you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store owners on video recorders
When I'm vickin' there's always a face I must bash
And if I'm seen takin' the green then I'm shaving off my mustache!

[Chorus]
Robbery (Run in her)
Robbery (Put it in the bag punk)
Robbery (Give it to me bitch)
Robbery (Empty your pockets and die son)
Robbery
(Talking like an old woman)

[Outro]
"Oh! They stole my wallet! They took my pocket book
Police? He took my money. That white man over there"