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necro - robbery '95 lyrics

robbery
robbery
robbery (run)
robbery (give it up)
your destination is a casket, when i put on my mask kid
my task is seeing green, k!lling you without being seen
that’s the plan, you get swollen up when i stick g
your sh-ts getting stolen, i’m rolling up on you quickly
i’m taking your tommy hilfiger coat
clothes line from behind
put the razor to this n-ggas throat
stand still – don’t make my hand k!ll
f-ck around, end up in a land fill all over a grand bill
money’s something you should have gave up
now your family has to dig a grave up – if your one of them b-tch
n-gga rich, n-gga with fancy clothes
you’ll get attacked by a mental case faces covered with pantyhose
i’m blasting anyone that has a frown, get messed up with a pound
by a man dressed up as a clown
you’ll be dripping magenta lively, with no justice you’ll die g
cuz you can’t identify me
robbery (kid running)
robbery (give it up b-tch)
robbery (hand it over f-ck)
robbery
robbery (give it up)
i’m attacking you dressed up like the villain from cobra
unsober
wearing a mask like it was the end of october
your life is over
in your pants you’re peeing when i pull out my f-cking
three pound and represent like i’m skiing
i’ve done more sh-t than you, you wanna see i’ll rehe-rs- it on you
try to f-cking rob me i’ll flip it kid and reverse it on you
even if you’re only seven you’ll become a victim quicker than sonja preven
you’ll get sent to the lonely heaven
don’t go around on places i lurk, wh0r-
cause i go berserk, for, everything you f-cking work for
don’t think i won’t cut your wench throat
i got the shotgun under the trench coat
plus when i get greedier, the media eats it up and you
f-cking reporters get b-n-rs when necro slaughters store owners on video recorders
when i’m vickin’ there’s always a face i must bash
and if i’m seen takin’ the green then i’m shaving off my moustache!
robbery (run in her)
robbery (put it in the bag punk)
robbery (give it to me b-tch)
robbery (empty your pockets and die son)
robbery
(talking like an old woman)
“oh! they stole my wallet! they took my pocket book
police? he took my money. that white man over there”

- necro lyrics

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