Robbery

(feat. Ice Water Inc.) [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] [whispering]

Eh yo.. eh yo. [speaking normally]

Ice Water (yeah yeah)

Don't get it twisted

We'll shoot yo' ass, ****er

Haha (P.C., *************, P.C.)

Y'all ****ers got about fifteen seconds to live [Stumic]

Yo it's a new year, ****er, and

I'm takin' over

My whole crew here, ****er, and the game is over

*************s, talkin' faces, 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 bullshit 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 into donuts [P.C.]

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, play soft

Just call me the

Hitler when

I spit about eight off (Adolf)

Shots'll rip ya face off, ****er ya heard me?

Beat you black and blue like a

Hi******an jersey

P.C. never been known to play games

I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain

I ************* and aim, miss you then pop ya dame

Only reason that

I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite]

Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?

Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking]

You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?

Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you *********a, huh?

Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?

Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? [barking]

You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?

Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you *********a, huh? [Cigars]

Y'all bitches see me eatin' all of your plate

Don't give a **** about your background or 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 your bitch said she love the way the nigga talk all in the cake

I need this bank money, throw me the safe

All these killas involved, the cops'll **** around and chalk the place

Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks

Bitch is take free, not used to money off the books

Broke bitches get caught in a juks

I'm a pirate in this rap shit,

I leave you bitches off the hook [Polite]

What the **** you gon' do when we run in your 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' bitches

Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some

Brooklyn bitches

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 ******' head with a pipe

Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite

Give a **** about a hood, it ain't safe at night

You niggas! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)]

I'm tellin' you, man

Young mother****ers, man

Y'all bitches is really ****ing pissin' me off

Who you gon' run to?

Who you gonna ****ing call when

I put this mother****ing fo'-fo' long in your mother****ing mouth, boy?

Haha (Shot in yo' face)

Who the **** you gonna call? (Call the cops)

Uh-uh, uh-uh