Robbery [remix] Lyrics - Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest] 

Yeah, you know I got to get this damn money, man 

Nah, I can't take this this time 

Everybody got the boy stressed, about to do somethin', you know 

Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could 

[Killah Priest] 

Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' 

Had enough, I grabbed my iron 

Call up the crew, is what you do 

Be in my spot, around two 

Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some mac's 

I got a way, we can make some cash 

My woman beefin', my momma sick 

If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip 

The doorbell ring, exchange some slang 

We laughed a little, ya'll got them things 

Okay thanks, now look here's the plan 

Hold up, please, whose your man? 

Oh him? That's, my man Sharod 

Don't worry about him, that's the God 

He specializes in gun firin' 

Pickin' locks, ditchin' cops 

And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees 

He's the, he's the man, here's the plan 

Remember the bank, we at before 

Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel 

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[Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)] 

It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) 

It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) 

We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it) 

We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it) 

[Killah Priest] 

Three in the back, two in the front 

Loaded up the gats, while we pullin' up 

Here's the spot, let's make it pop 

Anything move, we make it hot 

Doors open, we put our masks on 

Our gats poked, it won't take that long 

Anybody grab me, I whispered softly 

Do what you got to do, to get them off me 

Hands twitchin', gettin' feelings 

Saw the security, might have to kill 'em 

Walk through the door, damn it's crowded 

Walked on the floor, then shouted 

(It's a robbery!) Everybody down 

Don't make a move, don't wanna hear a sound 

Looked a Sharod, gave me the nod 

Let me know, I did my job 

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[Chorus 2X] 

[Killah Priest] 

Told the teller, feel the bags 

Had the mack, pointin' at the glass 

Hurry up, you're movin' slow 

Time is money and I got to go 

Grab the bags, head for the door 

Backin' out, clutchin' the dog 

We heard sirens, dashed to the ride 

And cop we see, open fire 

Cop car, swung around the block 

My man Rock, opened up the shots 

My homey Lace, real nutty case 

Said let's get it on, fuck a chase 

Women screamin', grabbin' they kids 

My homey Lace, flashin' the shit 

Laughin' and shit, homey is sick 

Look at Sharod, said let's go 

Four desperado's, holdin' the dough 

Make a left, yo, make a right 

Head straight, though, watch those lights 

We're in the hideout, laughin' it up 

Watchin' the news, about the bank we stuck 

[Chorus 2X]