Robbery ’95 (Remastered)

Lyrics
[Intro] Robbery Robbery Robbery (Run) Armed robbery (Give it up) [Verse 1] Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask, kid My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen That's the plan, you get swollen up when I stick, G Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger coat Clothes line from behind, put the razor to this nigga's throat Stand still – don't make my hand kill Fuck around, end up in a land fill, all over a grand bill Money's something you should have gave up Now your family has to dig a grave up, if you're one of them, bitch Nigga rich, nigga with fancy clothes You'll get attacked by a mental case face's covered with pantyhose I'm blasting, anyone that has a frown, get, messed up with a pound By a man dressed up as a clown You'll be dripping magenta lively, with no justice you'll die, G 'Cause you can't identify me [Chorus] Robbery (Kid running) Robbery (Give it up, bitch) Robbery (Hand it over, fuck) Robbery Robbery (Give it up) [Verse 2] I'm attacking you dressed up like the villain from Cobra Unsober Wearing a mask like it was the end of October Your life is over, in your pants you're peeing When I pull out my fucking 3 pound and represent like I'm skiing I've done more shit than you, you wanna see, I'll rehearse it on you Try to fucking rob me, I'll flip it, kid, and reverse it on you Even if you're only seven, you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven You'll get sent to the lonely Heaven Don't go around on places I lurk, whore 'Cause I go berserk for, everything you fucking work for Don't think I won't cut your wench throat I got the shotgun, under the trenchcoat Plus when I get greedier, the media eats it up and you Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store owners on video recorders When I'm vickin' there's always a face I must bash And if I'm seen takin' the green, then I'm shaving off my mustache! [Chorus] Robbery (Run in her) Robbery (Put it in the bag, punk) Robbery (Give it to me, bitch) Robbery (Empty your pockets and die, son) Robbery (Talking like an old woman) [Outro] "Oh! They stole my wallet! They took my pocket book Police? He took my money. That white man over there"
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Credits
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- Necro