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Akinyele The Robbery Song Here are the song lyrics for The Robbery Song by Akinyele. For more excellent Akinyele lyrics, run a search! Typed by: Alittleloco@aol.com hook Niggas know we do robberies, we ain't running up in no crib for 2 G's We want about 50 Thou and 4 Ki's And maybe after that we just might breath But if you think it can't happen, nigga please We put you on your knees, like you was praying We ain't playing It's the O-FFI-CIAL, O-RIG-INAL, SEASON-AL, motherfucking CRIMI-NALS You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat 'Who Is It?" Thats your sentence Looking through the peephole with your eyes squinching Too late, we kicked the door off the hinges I heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked Thats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpet With the rug rats, where the drugs at, FUCK THAT! I represent broke niggas who ain't no joke nigga Bullets rolled in Bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas And fuck them uppercuts, like we here to fight you up Man, we hang you from a chandalier and light you up We like free delivery cause we take niggas out Leaving you cracking like Daffy with duct tape on your mouth And roping you with strings and tessles squeezing your blood vessel Leaving your ass tied up like pretzels Ak to the Inye to the Le, rolling with real G's Doing these official robberies Yes! hook I'm on some Mike Tyson ex-wife shit kid Thats how I'm living Cause when I start robbing, you'd better start giving How else you think the money's supposed to come thats why When I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs I extort as you get stuck for bucks Whether its in airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck I drop it like an incinerator was the topic Cause I'll be damned if you ain't I'll empty in your pockets Shake you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero Akinyele put one in your belly And leave your stomachs looking like the number 0 As a rob like work cause I need mad dinero Cream, like Vaseline put you in Intensive Care With the Tech 9 backing you up like spines Taking your materialistic things like rings Like your hoe, your doe, gold and diamonds I turned this art into art-tillery With guns that bark to keep them from killing me On point, like a sword cause I always stay on board Ready to clap a stinking victim like a fucking applause Anywhere, anyplace Even if you got condoms in your wallet That don't mean your money's safe So act like you not having it when I start grabbing it Guns in your face (gibberish) like you talk Arabic Holding a Mac that I pimp like a mack But some of you macks, never find a Mac Ever since you lost that job at McDonalds But I know that I'll Mork your ass like Nanu-Nanu By putting one shell in your head like a rhino Or I'll do to 2 to your head Before I damn wanted to let you know that you ain't who's hot And you niggas not making it home in the fucking morning BECAUSE.............. hook
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