Sweet Robbery - Three 6 Mafia

I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights

And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take

another life

I’m tired of hidin' form the 5−0 cause these fools scope me

nightly

I’m changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah

spike lee

This shit ain’t fake i gotta break

And get the fuck back on this murder case

For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain’t

no fun when it’s real

Them cops can’t roll to Triple Six so no lord can save’em

I try to least stay after but now i ask for another favor

One of my homies died, two of my niggah’s in the J. C

But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me

We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops

But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot

Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I’m grilled

Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah’s from the south

gotta peel

Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one

still leg

locked

Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah’s, you

bitches

You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.

This shit is on, I’m scopin' out this fool that I don’t like

Who fucked me out some money

(What how I squash this shit)

Wait till the night

I’m gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge

Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed

First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me

some

Or O’ll make your body numb bitch

I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit

Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin'

heart

You gonna meet this sick