Lyrics Robbery (Remix) [Feat. Elephant Man) - Killah Priest
(Feat.
Elephant
Man)
[Intro:
Killah
Priest
(Elephant
Man)]
Man,
I
gotta
get
this
damn
money,
man
Nah,
man
I
can't
take
this,
this
time,
straight
up
man
(Yup!
Elephant
Man,
that's
Killah
Priest
I
dedicate
this
one
for
the
thugs
on
the
streets
America,
you
know
for
the
poor,
we
moan
and
me
weep
That's
me,
come
on!)
Cat
gotta
do
what
I
gotta
do
Whatever
way
I
could,
youknowhatImean?
Yo
[Killah
Priest]
Look,
my
cash
nope,
baby
cryin'
Had
enough,
I
grabbed
my
iron
Call
up
the
crew,
is
what
you
do
Be
at
my
spot,
around
two
Oh
yeah,
bring
some
guns,
bring
some
ass
I
got
a
way,
we
can
make
some
cash
My
woman
beefin',
my
momma
sick
If
I
don't
get
it,
look,
I'mma
flip
The
doorbell
ring,
exchange
some
slang
We
laughed
a
little,
y'all
got
them
things
Okay
thanks,
now
look
here's
the
plan
Hold
up,
Priest,
yo,
whose
your
man?
Oh
him?
That's,
my
man
Sharod
Don't
worry
about
him,
that's
the
God
He
specializes
in,
gun
firin'
Pickin'
locks
and,
ditchin'
cops
And
robberies,
goes
on,
robbin'
sprees
He's
the,
he's
the
man,
here's
the
plan
Remember
the
bank,
we
met
at
before
Well,
he
headed
back
to
make
a
withdrawel
[Chorus
2X:
Savoy
(Killah
Priest)]
It's
about
to
be
a
robbery
(damn
right,
I'mma
get
it)
It's
about
to
be
a
robbery
(damn
right,
I'mma
get
it)
We
about
to
catch
a
body
(damn
right,
I'mma
get
it)
We
about
to
catch
a
body
(damn
right,
I'mma
get
it)
[Elephant
Man]
Take
the
cash,
take
the
dough
like
my
nigga
Robin
Hood
Then
me
take
the
money,
buy
a
big
house
in
the
Hollywood
It's
tally
good,
rob
that
nigga,
be
and
say
all
good
Give
back
to
the
project,
cuz
we
should
Eighteen,
forty
like,
he
met
thee,
only
we
make
the
money
We
pilot
off,
pilot
off,
been
at
the
bank,
we
not
the
money
We
not
bummy,
roll
'em
tree,
I'm
not
funny
We
climb
it,
y'all
no
homey,
give
thanks
Show
me
a
car
ruff,
where
we
walk,
the
money
that
we
make
Man
off
the
chauffeur,
not
until
we
gettin'
it
Know
people,
bilingual,
we
not
to
run
we
life,
we
wreck
The
only
thing
can
top
off,
knowin'
our
thing
is
our
debt
And
my
friend,
Killah
Priest,
don't
own
a
private
jet
Because
of
friend,
those
and
thousand
Droop
it,
that
told
me
write
rhyme,
me
write
check
You
not
like,
Killah
Priest
and
the
Elephant
Man,
come
on!
[Chorus
2X]
[Killah
Priest]
Told
the
teller,
feel
the
bags
Had
the
mack,
pointin'
at
the
glass
Hurry
up,
you're
movin'
slow
Time
is
money
and
I
got
to
go
Grab
the
bags,
head
for
the
door
Backin'
out,
clutchin'
the
dog
We
heard
sirens,
dashed
to
the
ride
Any
cop
we
see,
open
fire
Cop
car,
swung
around
the
block
My
man
Rock,
opened
up
shots
My
homey
Lace,
real
nutty
case
Said
let's
get
it
on,
fuck
a
chase
Women
screamin',
grabbin'
they
kids
My
homey
Lace,
flashin'
the
shit
Laughin'
and
shit,
homey
is
sick
Look
at
Sharod,
said
let's
go
Four
desperadoes,
holdin'
the
dough
Make
a
left,
yo,
make
a
right
Head
straight,
though,
watch
those
lights
We're
in
the
hideout,
laughin'
it
up
Watchin'
the
news,
about
the
bank
we
stuck
(it's
a
robbery!)
[Chorus
2X]
[Elephant
Man]
You
know!
You
like
an
engineer
warrior,
laser
beam
carrier
We
tear
on
any
bank
or
done
broke
any
barrier
Nuclear
taxin'
like
Whitney
or
Mariah
We
either
come
together,
one
that
never
ponder
Any
face
the
project
loss
and
only
cuz
he
get
that
Better
you
felt
on
the
navy,
you
felt
on
the
army,
the
undertaker
Marine,
agile
list
the,
that
this
one,
we
be
later
Killah
Priest,
boy,
I
heft
it
on,
yup!
You
rule
it
on
them,
them
they
know
who
we
are
Plus
we
get
the
paper,
we
ready
for
Jaguar
Fly
rim
or
swim,
we
drive
me
a
car
Either
you
done
a
movie,
or
you
a
movie
star
You
can
come
again,
or
you
can
travel
me
again
Hire
like
them
and
then
I
did
it
again
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