D.J. Paul - Get Ya Rob lyrics

[Intro] Stick 'em up {*8X*} [Repeat 4X] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up {*scratched: "raise 'em up"*} [Hook: repeat 2X] All that flossin on the town'll (get, get-get you robbed) You be splurgin all yo' cash'll (get, get-get you robbed) Out here trickin with them broads'll (get, get-get you robbed) Ain't breakin bread with yo' dawgs now that'll get you robbed [Project Pat] At the corner sto's, hangin with my young n***as Project Pat, in the base, where we squeeze on triggers Real k**ers roll 'round here, lookin for some prey Low key behind tinted windows with the blown face Gold plates, dirty Ruger 9, catch one to the spine He don't wanna come up off the wallet then I blow him fine He done blew my high, so I had to blow his life away Blew a few mo' lines just to send my conscience on its way You probably on some crime, then I pulled up on the bank lot She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, I let my gun pop Skeeted off the lot, made a lick, thinkin it was love Bag full of shredded checks, cold blooded, humbug [Hook] {*phone rings*} Yeah what's happenin [Verse Two] I'm at this phone booth, tell me what you wanna do Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot And all the d**, weed, rocks, quarter ki's or a juice I'm 'bout to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot The police ridin down the block, I told 'em hold up a second {*pause*} They just patrollin, I need to get 'em The time is now I got my ski-mask a gauge and a pump I'll call you back in 'bout an hour with lump in the trunk I'm runnin 'cross the street street, I'm sweatin like a beast beast With chains on my hands hands, and shackles on my feet feet My second robbery-ery, my heartrate just increased 'creased I'm kickin down the back do', {*gunshot*} {*flatline*} [Hook] [Verse Three] Now don't show it if you ain't gon' share it f** around and get this pistol 'cross yo' head You better look like the hood when you roll through it Or find your monkey-a** leakin red like break fluid They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws We ain't settle for years, comin in our hood to f** with broads Make his car alarm go off, soon as he step out We comin from the side of the house with some pumps out [Repeat 4X] Stick 'em up, stick 'em up {*scratched: "raise 'em up"*}