Raekwon - Robbery (feat. Ice Water Inc.) lyrics

F/ Ice Water Inc [Intro: Polite (P.C.)] {*whispering* Eh yo.. eh yo {*speaking normally* Ice Water (yeah yeah) Don't get it twisted We'll shoot yo' a**, n***a Haha (P.C., n***a, P.C.) Y'all mothaf**as got about fifteen seconds to live [Stumic] Yo it's a new year, b**h, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, b**h, and the game is over n***as, talkin' faces, soldier If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off sh** the way I'm supposed to You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore bu*t And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts [P.C.] Yo.. yo.. yo Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop Put ya j**els up, I'ma take ya chain and watch It's like I hard ball and you, play soft Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf) Shots'll rip ya face off, n***a ya heard me? Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey P.C. never been known to play games I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain I co*k and aim, miss you then pop ya dame Only reason that I came through's to lock the game [Chorus: Polite] Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking* You stand firm or be the b**h that you is? Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothaf**a, huh? Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking* You stand firm or be the b**h that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothaf**a, huh? [Cigars] Y'all n***as see me eatin' all of ya plate Don't give a f** about ya background sh** about the songs you make And I know you see the draw on the waist Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face They call me Alexander Sean the Great Cuz ya b**h said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake I need this bank money, throw me the safe All these k**as involved, the cops'll f** around and chalk the place Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks sh** is take free, not used to money off the books Broke f*ggot n***a caught in a juks I'm a pirate in this rap sh**, I leave you n***as off the hook [Polite] What the f** you gon' do when we run in ya crib? Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids And we only got hours to live So give up the ransom or find they a** up under the bridge 'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' n***as Cuz I'll rob yo' a** faster than some Brooklyn n***as Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin Everybody k**as now and ain't nobody leakin Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight But I might go upside ya f**in' head with a pipe Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite Give a f** about a hood, it ain't safe at night You f**er! [Chorus] [Outro: Polite (Stumic)] I'm tellin' you, man Young motherf**ers, man Y'all n***as is really f**in' pissin' me off Who you gon' run to? Who you gon' f**in' call when I put this motherf**in Fo'-fo' long in yo' motherf**in' mouth, boy? Haha (Shot in yo' face) Who the f** you gon' call? (Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh