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Aggravated Robbery
Lyricist:Paul Beauregard, Patrick Earl Houston
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Raise 'em up, raise 'em up Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
I'm psychopathic, behind the trigga I needed loot so, I had to rob ya The fake steel 'cause ya, a coward to me I'd rather pop ya, before ya do me
Ya high cappin' friend, flexin' in my hood I'm out here starvin', you livin' real good As long as I got a toll I stay paid You keep sellin' dope, there's cheese to be made
Pull up on the track, niggas start to bellin' I pulled out my gat, that's my dope y'all sellin' So check on in boy, break yo self on down You got 10 dollars, that's more than I have
Could be petish thangs, better than nothang Even you broke fools, gone get me somethang Don't get yourself hurt, slaughtered like a hog I'm out on these streets, crawlin' like a dog
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Raise 'em up, raise 'em up Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Open seasame, the safe in the floor What I told the clerk at the corner store A mask on my face, for cameras to see A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me
Ya don't know the code, his eyes I see fear 'Cause it's 'bout to get ugly up in here The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass Right off with his manager in the back
Ballin' off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims Now im actin' like, I'm hollerin' at them
Wussup with y'all? What y'all doin' out this late Shit, just leaving the club, what's the business Ey, look lemme get yo number And them rings and that purse
All that motherfucking shit around yo neck Bitch, let me get this shit hoe Drop it all, shut up bitch, shut up bitch
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Raise 'em up, raise 'em up Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Robbers we hang in hoods where they clean Jackin' anyone from preacher to fiend Addicted to this, just like it was crack You sniff in the street, my tones to your back
I'm out on the lake, while you on a date Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate You takin' your time to wine and to dine But times on my side, so I'm goin', goin' hide
In bushes your house, pull up we jump out With mask's and gun, then duct tape your mouth The girl you was with gave us the info That you was a head big nigga with doe
A kidnap could turn into a murder Now where is the stash, 45 will serve ya We takein' the loot, never thinkin' twice Either it's the cheese or either your life
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up Raise 'em up, raise 'em up Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun) Buck 'em down, buck 'em down (Now that should be fun)
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