Mr. Yellow - Somebody Got Robbed lyrics

The economy down, you ain't know? n***as is starving Blacks can't set up shop Boy I love my hood but my finger on the trigger It be warning n***as saying keep your head up doc I got robbed before, I could spot the tension I could spot the car riding slow with tensin His peripherals he sees a victim My peripherals I see them slipping Never catch me boy, plans gone wrong The streets taught me how to post them bare arms My shotgun pump I call me along They drill them like ary bonz n***a But still the right stickup kid rob your whole fam Shoot your knee cap until you get the program Where the safe, where the d**, where the gold, mane? I can't make you but I bet the 44 can Stop the blood clot crying Gimme what I need take it easy and I ain't mad lying My boys outside is waiting on a signal And next rick n***as chains is on the menu So when you hear these words Give it up n***a It's a 80% chance that n***a gorilla That he got your j**eler all on the floor That n***a f**ed, he just got robbed! Now up in brick city somebody got robbed And out in NY somebody got robbed And right about now somebody getting robbed That's why I keep a heater when it's cold outside Out in Chitown somebody got robbed And out in Chilla Callie somebody got robbed And all around the world everybody getting robbed Keep the gun under ‘cause the bricks get wild I got a younger brother that did 12 joints For robbery, attempted murder and a**ault So believe me boy when it comes to getting robbed I got a team my n***as hungry for the job Jersey n***as, don't sleep on the state From Cadison to Camden, we increase the rate Hey young bro, why don't you explain How you rolled upon a n***a make them come out they trade Grab a stolen car, load up slow No mask on ‘cause I'm thinking high mode Let you see my face in the shine of the chrome It's home invasion when I'm raiding y'all folks Cop back the hammer and tell them what it is Gimme all your fortune, everybody lives I rob you and Miki drop 2 for a dollar I'm like Kang, n***a you tryina kick knowledge I want dope, coke, money, j**els I love this, sh** I was born to be a goon When it's a full moon it's the yellow gone change Like take off my chain and put off your chain What you do? f** that chain, I sell it to another n***a Then what? Stack that bread then go stick another n***a That's why Mr. Yellow's on the job And right about now somebody's getting robbed