• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Robbery - Master P
• Robbery - Perturbazione
• Robbery - Da Nappy Headz
• Robbery - Nappy Headz
• Robbery - Claude Kelly
• Robbery - Vybz Kartel
• Robbery - Raekwon
• Robbery - Killah Priest
• Robbery - Teena Marie

Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker
and when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot)
Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot)
nothing but assholes and elbows
bitch come on you done do it
(Chorus)
Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep
its a motherfucking robbery nigga
Verse 1 (C-Murder)
Don't move or I'm a break you off somthing proper,
with this automatic motherfucking static stopper
aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for
but somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor
gimme yo money 'for I act the donkey
crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me
I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies
we gotsta handle this shit like G's
let me think for a second I gotsta get my respect Bitch!
Come here I snatch your motherfucking kid
I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga

They want them for a robbery
a picture in the paper
a photo on TV
They go to the banks
and take the money
One man’s tall and thin
small green eyes and a big grin
He carries a pistol so watch out!
Tell the police
if you see him about
They want them for a robbery
a picture in the paper
a photo on TV
They go to the banks
and take the money
The woman is short and fat
eats chocolate and likes cats
She robs a bank
every year
She wears black
and drinks beer
Wanted for a robbery
picture in the paper
photo on TV
They go to the banks
and take the money
Wait! Look!
What can I see?
They are there under that tree
The short woman
and the man with the gun

"Robbery"
Ay Gee
Smelt, hit this shit, it off tha chain
This one here for the thugs
All my thugs cock your nines like this (chik-chik boom)
Shoot a bitch and don't you miss
All my thugs cock your nines like this (chik-chik boom)
Shoot a bitch and don't you miss
[Chorus]
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
First you gotta put yo gat in to it
Don't be scared nigga do it do it
Then you wanna lock it from the back and
Then you comence to start the car jackin
Make sure the police don't come nigga
Make sure you fast enough to run nigga
All over Hollyville and stuff
These mutha fuckers never get enough
Who is that in all that black
Tally hold up get it like drag
Plus a nigga bout to get it like smack
Let me hold a ten i'll give it right back
Smokin on that dank nigga
Back seat boy smokin on stank nigga
Let me hit that drank nigga
Oh boy we bout to rob us a bank nigga
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Hay Hay, i might ride dubs, i might have g's
But fuck that nigga i wanna spend yo cheese
Get on yo knees that's the way it's gonna be
Make you bleed slow, telly ho bros bros trees like OD's
Hangin out a half back clownin, this is how we get down in my tow
Paly around and heres some shit to think about
The first verse you speak every thing will blank out
Hold Up!! it's time for a jack move (jack move)
Thirteen and we ride in the lack fool
Ride and skeemin (skeemin) beemin (beemin) we ride wit them demons (demons)
Let me hold somethin boy (somethin boy) gun in my palm we bout to go huntin boy (huntin boy)
One in your arm you know i ain't frontin boy
Unleash the bomb don't make me blow somethin boy
[Chorus x2]
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees

Ay Gee
Smelt, hit this shit, it off tha chain
This one here for the thugs
All my thugs cock your nines like this (chik-chik boom)
Shoot a bitch and don't you miss
All my thugs cock your nines like this (chik-chik boom)
Shoot a bitch and don't you miss
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
First you gotta put yo gat in to it
Don't be scared nigga do it do it
Then you wanna lock it from the back and
Then you comence to start the car jackin
Make sure the police don't come nigga
Make sure you pass enough to run nigga
all over Hollyville and stuff
these mutha fuckers never get enough
Who is that in all that black
Telly hold up get it like drag
Plus a nigga bout to get it like smack
Let me hold a ten i'll give it right back
Smokin on that dank nigga
Back seat boy smokin on stank nigga
Let me hit that drank nigga
Oh boy we bout to rob us a bank nigga
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Hay Hay, i might ride dubs, i might have g's
But fuck that nigga i wanna spend yo cheese
Get on yo knees thats the way its gonna be
Make you bleed slow, telly ho bros bros trees like OD's
Hangin out a half back clownin, this is how we get down in my tow
Paly around and heres some shit to think about
The first verse you speak every thing will blank out
Hold Up!! Its time for a jack move (jack move)
Thirteen and we ride in the lack fool
Ride and skeemin (skeemin) beemin (beemin) we ride wit them demons (demons)
Let me hold somethin boy (somethin boy) gun in my palm we bout to go huntin boy (huntin boy)
One in your arm you know i ain't frontin boy
Unleash the bomb don't make me blow somethin boy
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees
This is a robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery (robbery) robbery now
Get on the ground
Gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Right now get on the, ground gimme that wallet and hush yo mouth
Yo money (yo money) yo keys (yo keys) get on yo fuckin knees

(2x):
My hearts missing
Has anybody seen it?
'Til I find it
Ain't nobody up in here
Leave it
DJ cut the music
Just somebody
Turn the lights up
Party people
Please stop moving
Cause something here
Is very unusual
See he showed up in my face
Like a thief in the night
Asked me if I wanna dance
I said alright
Our bodies
Pushed together so tight
I didn't know nothing
Was missing
Till he said bye so
[Chorus:]
Hands up, hands up
There's been a robbery
Above me
He took, he took
The biggest part of me
Above me
(And I wanna know)
I never got your name
I don't even know you
Throw my heart out
I left it out
On the dance floor
So hands up, hands up
There's been a robbery
Above me
[Repeat 1st Verse 2x]
Security lock
All the exits
Don't let no cars
Out of the vale
I'm about
To really lose it
If I can't find nobody
To help me
See he showed up in my face
Like a thief in the night
Asked me if I wanna dance
I said alright
Our bodies
Pushed together so tight
I did not know there
Was something missing
'Til he said bye so
[Chorus]
(Repeat 1st verse 2x)
(6x):
How you gonna go through
My heart like this?
[Chorus 2x]

This ain't serious,
This will make you delirious.
If we didn't buss,
Every artist woulda fraid of us.
This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss
Every artist woulda fraid of us
First 'pon di list, di one name Beres
Teck di watch off a him wrist
Outta Wyndham Terrace
Him try 'putting up a resistance'
But di sixpence ask him
If him want meet Dennis
Tek Bling Dawg Lexxus
Tell him walk dung him shoe
Him seh Kartel a you
'If a nuh me den a who'
Juck Wayne Marshall
Pon gunpoint interview
Mi seh 'You want live', him seh 'Choo'
So mi drive weh di Mitsubishi
Drive go over Hellshire
Lef it roun' a Schreechy
Order two snapper, weh steamy
Guess who mi si tan up a pre-me?
No 'Doc' in a criss Lamborghini
Pop off and she 'raas car key mi'
Him seh 'Oh God'
Mi nuh response Beenie
Valuables gimme when you see mi
Chain wid di platinum betweeny
Keep you brassier and bikini
This ain't serious,
This will make you delirious.
If we didn't buss,
Every artist woulda fraid of us.
This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss
Every artist woulda fraid of us
Teddy Bruck shut weh inna Shotta
Seh him a star, teck di seven million
Teck di house teck di car
When mi hold him gal
Teck mi cocky push inna har
Him seh 'Kartel you teck it too far'
Don know seh mi will rob him
Fi every money weh him have
Him produce mi but still him nuh even
Trus' mi round di Rav
Kid Kurrupt mi only teck him
Weed from up a Sav
Cause a my youth little baby Jav
Mi teck di Intra Tech and
Teck Ele chain mi seh gimme him seh 'Yep'
Mi need di anklet over di crepe
Di Angel pendant watch yuh step
And give me all your dough
Alright you 'Good To Go'
Rob Sizzla wid a glock
Weh 'Solid As A Rock'
But mi never know
Di Bobo and him friend dem strap
When dada go so 'Pow' and
Uzi go so 'Pow' but
'They Jus Can't Stop Me Now'
This ain't serious,
This will make you delirious.
If we didn't buss,
Every artist woulda fraid of us.
This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss
Every artist woulda fraid of us
'Murderer', blood is on you shoulder
Buju gimme di money and report it tomorrow
Tek Mad Cobra drop top a Southboro
Mi mek Frisco walk like him a disco
Rob Roundhead wid out a gun
Teck him chain and run
How a four hundren pound man
Fi try run mi dung
Buccaneer seh widout ooman
Him no have no career
So mi kidnap every gal
Him have and carry dem up a Vere
Warlord no fraid a dread
But mi have plait up head
You di boss but gimme
Di dough before 'people dead'
Gimme di glasses and
Di black skullcap 'pon yuh head
But Ashey yuh n'have nuh money
Dog piss and go a yuh bed
Cassette Jones get extort
Cah him a gwaan well
Mi would rob Cassette Ninja
But him tings nah sell
Spragga Benz, Assassin
Is robable but 'low Lexus, 'cause
Him flop a Sting, yuh simi
If a never DJ game mi go
Irie FM go rob DJ Wayne
Derail di irie train
Tek weh a shiny chain
Same thing for Collin from Fame
Cause mi nuh rob disc jockey when dem lame
This ain't serious,
This will make you delirious.
If we didn't buss,
Every artist woulda fraid of us.
This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss

Eh yo, eh yo, Ice water
Don't get it twisted, we'll shoot yo' ass, nigga
Haha
Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live
Yo, it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
My whole crew here, bitch and the game is over
My niggas told me face this soldier
If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda
On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah
I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster
I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to
You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt
And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up
You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja
I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up
'Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up
I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame to donuts
Yo, yo, yo
Eh yo, I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop
Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop
Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch
It's like I hard ball and you, you play soft
Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off
Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey
P.C. never been known to play games
I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain
I cock and aim, miss you, pop ya dame
Only reason that I came through's to lock the game
Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
It's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?
Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate
Don't give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs you make
And I know you see the draw on the waist
Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face
They call me Alexander Sean the Great
'Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
I need this bank money, throw me the safe
All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place
Yo, they wonder why we hang with crooks
Shit is take free, I see not used to money off the books
Broke faggot nigga caught in a jukes
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook
What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids
And we only got hours to live
So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge
'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
'Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas
Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin'
Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin'
Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe
Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite
Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
You fucker
Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
It's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?
I'm tellin' you, man
Young motherfuckers, man
That niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off
Who you gon' run to?
Fuckin' you gon' go call when I put this motherfuckin'
Fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
Shot in yo' face
Who the fuck you gon' call?

[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
[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
[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

If I could paint a picture
Of the love I have inside
It would paint all of you and all of me
Without no thought of pride
Then maybe you would know
Exactly all the things I feel
Not just a maybe
Baby, I'm for real
'Cause I've been wishin' on the stars and hopin'
Just as it shoots across the sky
Searchin' for the so-called answers
That we're supposed to find in time
Holding you close, not letting go
Baby, I've got to let you know
Dear lover
I hope this letter finds you
Dear lover
And that it comes in time to say no, "C'est la vie"
Baby, dear lover, listen to me
If I could write your name out
Forever in the Hall of Fame
It would be history, no mystery
Not at all in vain
I'd quote a poet on a verse
That read when I was small
And write your name out
Across the sky in letters ten feet tall
'Cause I've been wishing on the rings of Saturn
Calling on Jupiter and Mars
Praying on ten zillion light years
To bring you closer to my heart
Holding you close, not letting go
Baby, I've got to let you know
Dear lover
I hope this letter finds you
Dear lover
And that it comes in time to say no, "C'est la vie"
Baby, listen to me, darlin'
Baby, every word that I say
Baby, I'll give you my love, ooh
Baby, if you say you love me
I'll be right by your side
Dare anyone to try to take you from me all my life
Straight from my heart
Dear lover
Straight from my heart
Dear lover
Straight from my heart
Dear lover, ooh
Dear lover
Dear lover
Dear lover
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