Supreme - Armed Robbery lyrics

[sample] You didn't have any guard downstairs? You didn't have a look out? Huh? Fifteen years, we never been hit, we changed apartments We never used that one before, we thought we were okay You thought, well your a** must have been thinking Because now we're out 300,000 dollars, do you hear me good? Do you hear me good? We're out 300,000 dollars Now what do we do? Huh? [Intro: Shabazz The Disciple] Armed Robbery [Supreme repeating this throughout the whole song] Dirty ones, flamers, ba*tards, robbers [Shabazz the Disciple] I stalk like a hawk on the sidewalk Lookin for my prey, sometimes I hit the subway Schemin to catch a jackpot sh** is hot, too many cops, I think I'll run up in the crack spot I started learnin sh**, no I'm scramblin Approach a group of shorties who were gamblin I play it off and ask one of them a question "Yo shorty, I'm lost, yo help me out with some protection" We started kickin, and somethin kept shinin I looked at his hand, it was a ring full of diamonds Evil is my level of thinkin Get all I could get and leave n***as dead and stinkin I drew my guns from a hoister on my side This is a stickup, don't make it a f**in homicide Give me the gats, quick fast, so my nine will blast And gave it up and did a hundred yard dash I had shorty on the ground, face down sh**tin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 pound I cold stripped his a**, pistol whipped his a** Robbed him blind, left his a** all gashed [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] Committin Armed Robberies Committin Armed Robberies Committin Armed Robberies Tryin to best, but the fat f** poverty [Shabazz the Disciple] Continued on my mission, I went to the corner To the phone booth and called 'Preme and the troops I told 'Preme to plan it with a carry Cuz we're we goin tonight, yo it's kinda scary I told him bring grenades and extra drivers To pull this sh** off right, we can't leave survivors Reach the scene of the crime, got on the job Dressed to rob was the muthaf**in Mad Mob We left the driver wit the engine runnin Ran up in the buildin, on our way to make a k**in Reach the floor, rang the bell on the door Cop my four-four, ready to ring them n***as raw I rang the bell once more, and n***a opened the door Bla, bla, I put his brains on the floor We ran up in the spot, lettin off mad shots Until the last n***a dropped And when he dropped, I realized it was crime I said to myself, "Yeah, this n***a a** is mine" Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged him Tied him to a muthaf**in chair and I gagged him Torture muthaf**as, we, you know how we do Cut off all his fingers and dwelt him wit a needle When he recuperated, then he cooperated He started singin where his d** were being operated Buck to the chest, bang to the head Bream shot up in the ear to make sure he's dead The next thing on my mind, yo it was leavin But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathin We took climb down the fire escape Stripped him of his mon', and we took the safe Dealt from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster We packed him in a body bag, dumped him a dumpster Left his a** in the garbage, all smothered Threw a grenade in the window, and ran for cover We saw a witness on our way out the gutter My little cousin Pumps slit his throat wit a box cutter While he was layin and gaggin, I put a two to his head And blew that sh** up wit lead And peep the click and my nine out Jumped in the Beamo, wit the safe and we headed for the hideout I was thinkin about that floatin catastrophe We left at least 10 or more casualties Splattered around, bu*t naked The only means of identity is there muthaf**in dental records [Chorus] [Shabazz the Disciple] So stay away from Armed Robbers That's somethin ya don't know about Use your brain before I blow it out I'm leavin n***as in pieces, given 'em closed caskets Even the f**in priests Stickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearses Livin in poverty bothers me That's why I'm duckin 25, on h*mocidin on robbery