Get Ya Rob Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus: Juicy J] 

Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat] 

All the flossin' on the town'll 

(Get ya rob) 

You be splurgin' all ya cash'll 

(Get ya rob) 

I heard trickin' with all them broads'll 

(Get ya rob) 

And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will 

Get ya rob 

[Repeat] 

[Project Pat] 

At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas 

Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers 

Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey 

Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates 

Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine 

He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine 

He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away. 

Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way 

Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot 

She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop 

Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was 

?? bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't ?? 

[Juicy J] 

I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do? 

Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot 

And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice 

I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot 

The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second... 

They're just patrolling, I need to get'em 

The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump 

I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk 

I'm running across the street (street) 

I'm sweating like a beast (beast) 

With chains on my hands (hands) 

And shackles on my feet (feet) 

My second robbery ('ry) 

My heart rate just increased ('creased) 

I'm kickin' down the back door.....[gun shots/dead phone line] 

[Chorus] 

[DJ Paul] 

Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it 

Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head 

You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it 

Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid 

They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws 

We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawl 

Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out 

We comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out. 

[Chorus]