Strong Arm (Robbery)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rodney O] Now, before you know it I kick shit, I say stuff I get in motherfuckers' grills if they get rough A.B. They be's at Go on, spit it [Chorus: Briggs, Trails] The chip on my shoulder is weighin' a ton (Fuckin' heavy) You can feel the impact that we've brung (Gonna feel that) You can see everything that we've done (Take a look, son) We come, and we take what we want (Take your chief) The chip on my shoulder is weighin' a ton (My shoulder's fucked) You can feel the impact that we've brung (You wanna feel that, cousin?) You can see everything that we've done We come, and we take what we want [Verse 1: Briggs] Damn, homie (Fuckboy), in TAFE You was the man, homie (Once upon a time, son) And then nothing went to plan, homie (Nothin', you a bitch) Like a stint in the casting couch, you went from arse to mouth (Yo, uh) (Hahaha) [Verse 2: Trials] I said damn, homie (Woo!) You walkin' on my fuckin' land, homie (My land) You better jump back in the van, homie (Get the fuck back in it) Or else I need to see at least an even couple fuckin' grand, homie ([?]) [Verse 3: Rodney O] Man, I ain't even high But I'll try 'cause I like to fly And I'm all that, why? 'Cause I'm that type of guy to get up in ya Like a fuckin' jalapeña [Verse 4: Trials] Yeah, we bossed it, pedigree dog shit, we got this Even if you had it like a habit, man, you lost it I'm blackin' out like a Pacquiao In the afternoon, hit saloons in my karma suit Faded [Verse 5: Briggs] Read a palm or two when I hit you We the Marmadukes and you Shih Tzus And you should be alarmed We rocking Obama-proof armour suits You bitch, you [Outro: Rodney O] Uh! I don't even know what I'm saying, and I know I'm dope