Robbers

Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Memphis the Koopsta swoops, sendin' bustas straight to the med
 Us robbers, we break 'em down like the return of the livin' dead
 Burn out on you funky ho's, time to creep like a criminal
 It feels so beautiful when I blast through the fuckin' door
 Well, back in the day, when my life was a challenge, it got hard from watchin' that murderous shit
 When I was a convict, I'm wreckin' they faces and dumpin' them trizzicks like down in a ditch
 Koopsta the Knicca, the ritual killer
 Go creep me some, make 'em hit their knees
 Dead bodies in them fuckin' trees when I load my gun, bitch
 So when I get my glock and load it up it's 'bout them megabucks
 It makes me 'bout to pop a slug, make your movies tensionous
 Really, really, really, do you think that you can rob?
 Can you buck these busta bitches down?
 Leave 'em dead between cars?
 A Babbage nigga tried to set me up a stale deal
 Now where he at? Still burnin' in the cornfield
 I had to pop him, had to buck him in his fuckin' head
 Nah, you don't wanna have to do me
 Nah, nigga, I ain't interested
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 I got a plan to kill a man and get my ass in
 To make him bend, and get to countin' up my dividends
 My time is short, I can't go broke, so lock, I buck 'em down
 Unload them milli' rounds and make 'em feel them thunder sound
 Who called the feds when I bumped them busta bitches heads?
 Who called me Satan when I sprayed 'em with them bullet leads?
 Whoever, whoever, I practice helter skelter
 Have you been creepin' or been reachin' evil letters?
 A rat-at-ata, it don't matter, you're in danger
 You changed the seal and revealed an evil stranger
 Come in, come in, come burn with me until the end
 Your life's a judge, my life's a mothafuckin' deadly friend
 And man, don't drop, my wicked speakers speak that slum
 The armageddon got me hectic, makin' bodies numb
 The Koopsta Knicca's makin' mothafuckin' children hollow
 To take your soul, bitch, that Koopsta Knicca's the seven robber
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K
 Robbers, they hang in the hood, where they ride clean
 Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee with my .45 G-L-O-C-K