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(feat. Shabazz the Disciple, Supreme) [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 ass 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, bastards, 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 Shit is hot, too many cops, I think I'll run up in the crack spot I started learnin shit, no I'm scramblin Approach a group of shorties who were gamblin I play it off and ask one of them a question Letras de canciones"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 niggas dead and stinkin I drew my guns from a hoister on my side This is a stickup, don't make it a fuckin 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 Shittin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 pound I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass Robbed him blind, left his ass all gashed [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] Committin Armed Robberies Committin Armed Robberies Committin Armed Robberies Tryin to best, but the fat fuck 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 shit off right, we can't leave survivors Reach the scene of the crime, got on the job Dressed to rob was the muthafuckin Mad Mob We left the driver wit the engine runnin Ran up in the buildin, on our way to make a killin Reach the floor, rang the bell on the door Cop my four-four, ready to ring them niggas raw I rang the bell once more, and nigga 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 nigga dropped And when he dropped, I realized it was crime I said to myself, "Yeah, this nigga ass is mine" Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged him Tied him to a muthafuckin chair and I gagged him Torture muthafuckas, 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 drugs 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 ass 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 shit 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, butt naked The only means of identity is there muthafuckin 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 niggas in pieces, given 'em closed caskets Even the fuckin priests Stickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearses Livin in poverty bothers me That's why I'm duckin 25, on homocidin on robbery From Letras Mania