Robbers

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K

Memphis the Koopsta swoops, sendin' bustas straight to the med
Us robbers, we break 'em down like the return of the livin' dead
Burn out on you funky ho's, time to creep like a criminal
It feels so beautiful when I blast through the fuckin' door
Well, back in the day, when my life was a challenge, it got hard from watchin' that murderous shit
When I was a convict, I'm wreckin' they faces and dumpin' them trizzicks like down in a ditch
Koopsta the Knicca, the ritual killer
Go creep me some, make 'em hit their knees
Dead bodies in them fuckin' trees when I load my gun, bitch

So when I get my glock and load it up it's 'bout them megabucks
It makes me 'bout to pop a slug, make your movies tensionous
Really, really, really, do you think that you can rob?
Can you buck these busta bitches down?
Leave 'em dead between cars?
A Babbage nigga tried to set me up a stale deal
Now where he at? Still burnin' in the cornfield
I had to pop him, had to buck him in his fuckin' head
Nah, you don't wanna have to do me
Nah, nigga, I ain't interested

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K

I got a plan to kill a man and get my ass in
To make him bend, and get to countin' up my dividends
My time is short, I can't go broke, so lock, I buck 'em down
Unload them milli' rounds and make 'em feel them thunder sound
Who called the feds when I bumped them busta bitches heads?
Who called me Satan when I sprayed 'em with them bullet leads?
Whoever, whoever, I practice helter skelter
Have you been creepin' or been reachin' evil letters?

A rat-at-ata, it don't matter, you're in danger
You changed the seal and revealed an evil stranger
Come in, come in, come burn with me until the end
Your life's a judge, my life's a mothafuckin' deadly friend
And man, don't drop, my wicked speakers speak that slum
The armageddon got me hectic, makin' bodies numb
The Koopsta Knicca's makin' mothafuckin' children hollow
To take your soul, bitch, that Koopsta Knicca's the seven robber

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K



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Writer(s): Paul Duane Beauregard
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