Sunz Of Man

Sunz Of Man - Armed Robbery lyrics

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(feat. Shabazz the Disciple, Supreme)



[sample]

You didn't have any guard downstairs?

You didn't have a look out? Huh?

Fifteen years, we never been hit, we changed apartments

We never used that one before, we thought we were okay

You thought, well your ass must have been thinking

Because now we're out 300,000 dollars, do you hear me good?

Do you hear me good? We're out 300,000 dollars

Now what do we do? Huh?



[Intro: Shabazz The Disciple]

Armed Robbery



[Supreme repeating this throughout the whole song]

Dirty ones, flamers, bastards, robbers



[Shabazz the Disciple]

I stalk like a hawk on the sidewalk

Lookin for my prey, sometimes I hit the subway

Schemin to catch a jackpot

Shit is hot, too many cops, I think I'll run up in the crack spot

I started learnin shit, no I'm scramblin

Approach a group of shorties who were gamblin

I play it off and ask one of them a question

"Yo shorty, I'm lost, yo help me out with some protection"

We started kickin, and somethin kept shinin

I looked at his hand, it was a ring full of diamonds

Evil is my level of thinkin

Get all I could get and leave niggas dead and stinkin

I drew my guns from a hoister on my side

This is a stickup, don't make it a fuckin homicide

Give me the gats, quick fast, so my nine will blast

And gave it up and did a hundred yard dash

I had shorty on the ground, face down

Shittin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 pound

I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass

Robbed him blind, left his ass all gashed



[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple]

Committin Armed Robberies

Committin Armed Robberies

Committin Armed Robberies

Tryin to best, but the fat fuck poverty



[Shabazz the Disciple]

Continued on my mission, I went to the corner

To the phone booth and called 'Preme and the troops

I told 'Preme to plan it with a carry

Cuz we're we goin tonight, yo it's kinda scary

I told him bring grenades and extra drivers

To pull this shit off right, we can't leave survivors

Reach the scene of the crime, got on the job

Dressed to rob was the muthafuckin Mad Mob

We left the driver wit the engine runnin

Ran up in the buildin, on our way to make a killin

Reach the floor, rang the bell on the door

Cop my four-four, ready to ring them niggas raw

I rang the bell once more, and nigga opened the door

Bla, bla, I put his brains on the floor

We ran up in the spot, lettin off mad shots

Until the last nigga dropped

And when he dropped, I realized it was crime

I said to myself, "Yeah, this nigga ass is mine"

Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged him

Tied him to a muthafuckin chair and I gagged him

Torture muthafuckas, we, you know how we do

Cut off all his fingers and dwelt him wit a needle

When he recuperated, then he cooperated

He started singin where his drugs were being operated

Buck to the chest, bang to the head

Bream shot up in the ear to make sure he's dead

The next thing on my mind, yo it was leavin

But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathin

We took climb down the fire escape

Stripped him of his mon', and we took the safe

Dealt from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster

We packed him in a body bag, dumped him a dumpster

Left his ass in the garbage, all smothered

Threw a grenade in the window, and ran for cover

We saw a witness on our way out the gutter

My little cousin Pumps slit his throat wit a box cutter

While he was layin and gaggin, I put a two to his head

And blew that shit up wit lead

And peep the click and my nine out

Jumped in the Beamo, wit the safe and we headed for the hideout

I was thinkin about that floatin catastrophe

We left at least 10 or more casualties

Splattered around, butt naked

The only means of identity is there muthafuckin dental records



[Chorus]



[Shabazz the Disciple]

So stay away from Armed Robbers

That's somethin ya don't know about

Use your brain before I blow it out

I'm leavin niggas in pieces, given 'em closed caskets

Even the fuckin priests

Stickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearses

Livin in poverty bothers me

That's why I'm duckin 25, on homocidin on robbery
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