Get Ya Rob

Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up

All that flashin' on the town

Get ya rob

You be spendin' all your cash up

Get ya rob

All that trickin' with them broads

Get ya rob

Breakin' bread with your dogs

Not that'll get ya rob

At the corner store hangin' with my young niggas

Project Pat, in the bank with them skis on triggers

Real killers roll round here, lookin for some prey

Low key behind tinted windows with the blow face

Gold plates, dirty rugger 9 kill a niggas spine

He don't want to come up out the wallet then I bluck 'em fine

He done blew my high so I had to blow his life away

Blew a couple lines just send my conscious on his way

Pouted on some crime then I pulled up on 'em blank block

She had a bag money snatched her bag, let my gun pop

Skeeted off the lot, made a lick, thinkin' it was love

Bag full shredded chase coke, blunt it

Yeah whats happening?

I'm at this phone booth tell me what you want to do

Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot

And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarters, keys, or that juice

I'm about to go in with them guns out ready to shoot

The police rollin' down the block, pull up hold up a second

They just patrolin' I need to get 'em

The time is now I got my ski mask a K and a pump

I call you back in about an hour with some blocks in the trunk

I'm running across the street, I'm playin' it like a beast

With chains on my hands, shackles on my feet

My second robbery, my heart rate just increased

I'm kicking down the black door, put 'em up

Now don't show it if you ain't goin' share it

Fuck around and get your pistol across your head

You better look like the hood when you roll through it

Or find your monkey ass leaking red and gray fluid

They will do it, my dogs meaner then them laws

We ain't sellin', you ain't comin' in our hood to fuck with Paul

Make his car alarm go off as soon as he step out

We comin' from the side of the house with them pumps out

Stick 'em up

Raise 'em up