Three 6 Mafia - Get Ya Rob lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J] Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat] All the flossin' on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob) I heard trickin' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will Get ya rob [Repeat] [Project Pat:] At the corner stores hangin' with my young n***as Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers Real k**ers role around here, lookin' for some prey Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates Dirty Ruger 9 k** a s**az spine He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away. Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on it's way Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was [? ] bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't [? ] [Juicy J:] I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do? Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot And all the d**, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second... They're just patrolling, I need to get'em The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk I'm running across the street (street) I'm sweating like a beast (beast) With chains on my hands (hands) And shackles on my feet (feet) My second robbery ('ry) My heart rate just increased ('creased) I'm kickin' down the back door... [gun shots/dead phone line] [Chorus] [DJ Paul:] Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it f** around and get this pistol across ya head You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it Or find your monkey a** leaking red like grape fluid They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to f** a brawl Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out We comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out. [Chorus]