The Robbery Song Lyrics - Akinyele

Hook 

Niggas know we do robberies, we ain't running up in no crib for 2 g's 

We want about 50 thou and 4 ki's 

And maybe after that we just might breath 

But if you think it can't happen, nigga please 

We put you on your knees, like you was praying 

We ain't playing 

It's the o-ffi-cial, o-rig-inal, season-al, motherfucking crimi-nals 

You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat 

'who is it? " thats your sentence 

Looking through the peephole with your eyes squinching 

Too late, we kicked the door off the hinges 

I heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked 

Thats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpet 

With the rug rats, where the drugs at, fuck that! 

I represent broke niggas who ain't no joke nigga 

Bullets rolled in bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas 

And fuck them uppercuts, like we here to fight you up 

Man, we hang you from a chandalier and light you up 

We like free delivery cause we take niggas out 

Leaving you cracking like daffy with duct tape on your mouth 

And roping you with strings and tessles squeezing your blood vessel 

Leaving your ass tied up like pretzels 

Ak to the inye to the le, rolling with real g's 

Doing these official robberies yes! 

Hook 

I'm on some mike tyson ex-wife shit kid 

Thats how I'm living 

Cause when I start robbing, you'd better start giving 

How else you think the money's supposed to come thats why 

When I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs 

I extort as you get stuck for bucks 

Whether it's in airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck 

I drop it like an incinerator was the topic 

Cause I'll be damned if you ain't 

I'll empty in your pockets 

Shake you like gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero 

Akinyele put one in your belly 

And leave your stomachs looking like the number 0 

As a rob like work cause I need mad dinero 

Cream, like vaseline put you in intensive care 

With the tech 9 backing you up like spines 

Taking your materialistic things like rings 

Like your hoe, your doe, gold and diamonds 

I turned this art into art-tillery 

With guns that bark to keep them from killing me 

On point, like a sword cause I always stay on board 

Ready to clap a stinking victim like a fucking applause 

Anywhere, anyplace 

Even if you got condoms in your wallet 

That don't mean your money's safe 

So act like you not having it when I start grabbing it 

Guns in your face (gibberish) like you talk arabic 

Holding a mac that I pimp like a mack 

But some of you macks, never find a mac 

Ever since you lost that job at mcdonalds 

But I know that I'll mork your ass like nanu-nanu 

By putting one shell in your head like a rhino 

Or I'll do to 2 to your head 

Before I damn wanted to let you know that you ain't who's hot 

And you niggas not making it home in the fucking morning 

Because..............