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Robbers, Killlas And Thieves
Juicy J
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They must not heard about us
Robbers, killers and thieves, that's the word about us
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
They must not heard about us
Robbers, killers and thieves, that's the word about us
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
I'm Memphis, yeah I'm Memphis
Y'all know who I be
They want a nigga gone, you better ask my nigga V
I'm Memphis, yeah I'm Memphis
Y'all know who I be
They want a nigga gone, you better ask my nigga V
Or ask my nigga J, or ask my homie Pat
I'll murk one of you bitches, my word, big grown man
I'm a motherfucking goon, a certified G
I'll rob a motherfucker, you ain't heard about me?
I don't play that, I'll leave you where you lay at
If you ain't got it on ya, I'm going where you stay at
I don't play that
We'll hurt one of you bitches for playing with our fee though
Better yet we murking bitches playing with our cheese though
First 48, they must not heard about that
We murking in the Bay and don't know word about that
I bet your bottom dollar a nigga won't try us
Chopper bust his body laying, call it homicide
Got a problem with one, you gotta deal with all of
Robbers, killers and thieves, yeah homie that's all of
Who want some conflict? Dawg you heard the gun click
You don't wanna start shit, I be the one to spark shit
I'm ready for whatever, I kick in your mammy door
Don't take me back to '93 when I first came seven-four
Wild as a motherfucker, banging out the frame
G I live, G I die, don't get six foot in your brain
I be out in gang land yelling "Free my nigga Hoover"
With some choppers motherfucker and I'll do ya
Nigga I'm a beast, I gotta keep it running
I get my money off the streets, gotta keep it coming
Yeah I been on my grind, niggas so fuck around me
See see you mad like a rocket, yeah we know you lunching
Nigga you know I'm stunting, pockets like Ruben Studdard
You know I get it in, whipping it just like butter
Yeah I got gutter bitches, and yeah they gutter gutter
And motto that I live by is fuck a motherfucker
Ayy, my squad hard like a wood fence
I keep my strap safety off, I'm on defense
T Cash, Orange Mound, now it make sense
I talk to dead presidents, I got a sixth sense
And if you owe me money, you about to meet 'em
Throw the chopper to my bitch, my number one receiver
She know how to catch that, she know where the rest at
Knock on your door, bust your shit, once and bless it
See this is a kill track, North Memphis Glock popper
Colonel in the chamber, call it Orville Redenbacher
I hit you in your leg, I hit you in your head
Bullets like a hot comb, they going through dreads
Track I be a donkey, bananas for you monkeys
Stiff in your trunk three days, now you funky
Twin four-fives bitch I call 'em double trouble
Heat to your chest bitch make your blood bubble
All my guys pull triggers, gon' get us hits
Better realize that they in your house
Where's that jewelry, them guns, that whip
That shit, them pills, that white, them pounds
We in the slum looking dumb, you can run
But enough of the blast from the .44
Niggas so high, so gone, so baked, so fake
They act like they don't know
That we tote that chopper that make a lot of big ol' holes
And we get this money robbing banks and jacking liquor stores
If you violent we gonna murk you nigga you gon' go
Brains blow out from the K scattered on the road
They must not heard about us
Robbers, killers and thieves, that's the word about us
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
They must not heard about us
Robbers, killers and thieves, that's the word about us
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
We'll hurt one of you bitches, murk one of you bitches
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