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Sunstorm - 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 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
 "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 survivorsSunstorm - Armed Robbery - http://motolyrics.com/sunstorm/armed-robbery-lyrics.html
 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














