Lyrics Sweet Robbery - Three 6 Mafia
(Chorus)
(DJ
Paul)
I
cruise
to
my
chevy
shakin′
these
late
nights
And
soon
a
killah
will
thank
me
will
come
out
again
to
take
another
life
I'm
tired
of
hidin′
form
the
5-0
cause
these
fools
scope
me
nightly
I'm
changin'
my
identity
and
playin′
more
roles
than
that
niggah
spike
lee
This
shit
ain′t
fake
i
gotta
break
And
get
the
fuck
back
on
this
murder
case
For
chill
this
shit
is
cool
to
rap
about
but
see
to
me
it
ain't
no
fun
when
it′s
real
Them
cops
can't
roll
to
Triple
Six
so
no
lord
can
save′em
I
try
to
least
stay
after
but
now
i
ask
for
another
favor
One
of
my
homies
died,
two
of
my
niggah's
in
the
J.C
But
now
I
ask
of
you
first
power
bring
them
back
to
me
We
ran
a
job
off
top,
we
had
to
pop
some
cops
But
still
some
fools
house
made
us
lead
us
to
his
stash
pizzot
Skeemask
over
my
skull,
peppers
in
my
mouth
cause
I′m
grilled
Bitch
cause
(?)
glock
nine
with
no
love,
killah's
from
the
south
gotta
peel
Caps
that
will
make
your
shells
fall,
but
I
will
be
the
only
one
still
leg
Locked
Employed
cause
job
to
me,
you
need
to
lay
down
you
niggah's,
you
bitches
You
snitches,
smoke
swishers
and
plan
my
sweet
robberies.
(Chorus)
(Juicy
J)
This
shit
is
on,
I′m
scopin′
out
this
fool
that
I
don't
like
Who
fucked
me
out
some
money
(What
how
I
squash
this
shit)
Wait
till
the
night
I′m
gonna
touch
him
with
a
gauge,
gotta
touch
with
a
gauge
Niggah
think
he
fucked
me
gonna
get
his
ass
sprayed
First
I
hit
the
weed,
hit
full
of
red
rum,
niggah
better
give
me
some
Or
O'll
make
your
body
numb
bitch
I
thought
you
knew
it
was
on
when
you
pulled
that
shit
Flodgin′
ass
niggah
prepare
for
the
triggah
with
no
fuckin'
heart
You
gonna
meet
this
sick
killah
don′t
step
Better
watch
your
self,
better
watch
your
self,
Watch
out
for
the
niggah's
you
trust
or
take
your
last
breath
When
I
put
this
tone
up
in
your
face
it's
gonna
be
a
case
with
out
no
trace
The
robber
had
a
mask
on
tryin′
to
get
his
blast
on
No
evidence
cause
this
shit
will
be
erased
We′re
in
Pauls
chevy
deep,
with
visions
in
your
sleep
The
Juice,
Project
Pat,
Lil'
Glock
& S.O.G
Lord
Infamous
and
Crunchy
Black
got
them
gats
to
your
back
Another
sweet
robbery
another
mother
fuckin′
jack
*Talking*
(Chorus)
(Koopsta
Knicca)
The
terrors
in
the
air-yair
hopin
that
I
find
your
soul
hoe
straight
buddah
Smoke
We
robbin'
hoe,
cause
a
niggah
know
leavin′
them
(?)
sorrow
Thats
why
I'll
never
know
the
secrets
of
the
many
double
quickly
You′ll
be
givin
up
dead
lay
dead,
get
a
ton
of
burn
in
the
air
By
the
Koopsta
niggah
don't
(.?.)
I'll
take
you
for
a
ride,
take
you
to
the
evil
side
Bitches
would
rather
see
you
dead
than
alive
Misery
burn
out
of
cry,
for
one
day
(?)
misery
cried
Cops
caught
the
witness
on
me
and
my
niggah
(?)
on
many
of
hoes
So
you
triziks
can
witness
the
Triple
Six
kill
up
them
sons
like
robbery
pro′s
Kurt
rolled
the
windows
solo
we
can
get
outta
here
Paul
caught
two
bitches
in
the
den,
commiting
like
ruff
up
in
ten
Ten
corpses
dead
with
torches
to
the
night
into
they
brain
(...?...)
gonna
work
so
we
buried
them
bitches
on
another
day
No
heaven
sin,
no
evidence
man
you
can′t
fuck
with
this
Fuck
you
niggah's
who
don′t
wanna
give
Paul
your
chevy
you
gonna
be
a
dead
bitch
You
hear
him,
a
heavy
body
droppin'
in
a
ditch
They
say
I′m
crazy
though
I'm
really
just
a
lunatic
(Chorus.till
fades)
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1 Tear da Club Up
2 Mystic Styles
3 Porno Movie
4 Long Nite
5 Da Summa
6 In da Game
7 Classic Intro.
8 War With Us
9 We Got Da Dope
10 Fuckin With Dis Click
11 Now I'm Hi
12 Break Da Law
13 Sweet Robbery
14 Big Bizness
15 Gotta Touch 'Em
16 All Or Nuthin'
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