$crim - Thieves lyrics

[Verse 1: Norman Atomic] I'm the colonel of the mother f**ing tank Got a mattress no need for a bank Yeah, I see you mother f**er but my stare is f**ing blank Last night three motherf**ers thought that they were getting paid Tried to rob me blind, so I cut open their eyes Left their blood on my blade Now I'm sopping lemonade in the shade Just another day in the 7th Ward by the lake Yeah, b**h, where I stay I be riding in the camoo jeep Double cup is ocean deep I'm sleeping don't you make a peep Y'all a bunch of f**ing cheapened sheep I'll f**ing cut and gut your f**ing seeping s*ut and... ...I'm a f**ing mutt I'll sell your meat for bucks [Verse 2: Anthony Mars] Got a b**h that will get your a** done up Hot in the winter and cold in the summer Pussies wanna try to come and run up Glock co*ked and I'm chilling with my gun up See I Never gave a f** about nothing Got crack in the stove, hide the money in the oven If I'm ever trying to get my funds up Break in with the mask, grab the money real fast I, hope a f**er know when they see me Never in my life try to sell a CD Lo-fi pimp, .mp3 Black and white life, no TV Smoking that dope on the low Got all them pounds in the floor Drugs never slow because this that junkie who can flow It ain't Nothing to rob me a liquor store Syrup I'm drinking it by the four The devil be all up in my soul, b**h