Sweet Robbery, Part 2

Sweet Robbery, Part 2 is a track off Memphis Rap group Three 6 Mafia's debut LP Mystic Stylez.

Lyrics
[Hook]

But my n- talkin about robbin well

Jump into the chevy hit the dash board get the mask

But all my n- talkin about swoppin the wheel

The devil control me to a sweet robbery

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

I cruise in my chevy, shakin' these late nights

And soon the killa within me will come out again to take another life

I'm tired of hidin' from 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly

I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that n Spike Lee

This shit ain't fake I gotta break

And get the fuck by from this murder case

For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real

Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em

I try to least stay after but now I ask for another favor

One of my homies died, two of my n- in the J.C

But now I ask of you, first power, bring them back to me

We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops

But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot

Skeemask over my skull, papers in my mouth cause I'm grilled

Bitch it's house call, Glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel

Caps and make shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg

Locked

Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you nh's, you bitches

You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like

Who fucked me out some money

(What how I squash this shit)

Wait till the night

I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge

Nh think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed

First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, nh better give me some

Or I'll make your body numb bitch

I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit

Flodgin' ass nh prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart

You gonna meet this sick killah don't step

Better watch your back, better watch your self

Watch out for the nh's you trust or take your last breath

When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace

The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on

No evidence cause this shit will be erased

We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep

The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G

Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back

Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack

* talking*

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]

The terror's in the air, yeah hopin that I find your soul ho

Straight Buddah Smoke

We robbin' ho, cause a nh know leavin' them (?) sorrow

Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly you'll be givin up dividends

You get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta Knicca yo deadly friend

I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side, bitch I'd rather see you dead than alive

Misery but I don't cry for one day, medical mistery kind

Cops caught the witness on me and my nh (?) on many of hoes

So you triziks can witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pro's

Kurt rolled the windows so no slawness could get out or in

Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten

Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain

The pain didn't go away so we buried them bitches on another day

No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with this

For you n- wo won't give up all of yo shit, you gon' be a dead bitch

You hear him and then a body droppin' in a ditch

They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic

[Hook..till fades]