Blu, Oh No, Tristate, Montage One - The Robbery lyrics
[Blu, Oh No, Tristate, Montage One - The Robbery lyrics]
The first thing's first, nigga
Where you from? You must be dumb
Pullin' up dipped in the slums
The crackheads see you and report
It for a rock so break yourself quick or a
Shot from the Glock
Will rip through your knot
Have you leakin' red snot
I promise you, blood
You won't make it off the block
So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels
Not the rap group, nah
I mean chains and shoes
You shoulda watched for the clues
Like, who the fuck ever finds
A bitch by the pool
And actin' all cool deep up in the hood
You's a god damn fool
And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat
Too see these tattoos? This is Avenues
Nigga, lemme see your eyes when
I'm talkin' to you this is Piru's finest
Set you up with the hynas
Not to mention, nigga
She's a motherfuckin' minor
You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real
So lemme get that backpack and
Belt made of eel i rabbit-ear pockets
The Bugs Bunny money marauder
'Cause, I'm jackin' you smarter
And not harder
This is somebody's daughter, bro
You must be sick i shoulda shot you in the
Dick you little stupid-ass trick
Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'ma blast
If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass
They got guns to my head
I think it's goin' down
I can't believe this happened in my own town
They took my crown, even took my jewels
Took me down, one shot, even took my shoes
Took my wallet, nigga
Even took my sock stash
Grabbed my money clip, the phone that I had
I said, "Wow
I can't believe I forgot the TEC"
Looked back at the homie, said, "Damn
What's next?"
Ante up, yop that fool
For the off-white J-1s and big bright jewels
Stakin' out your stu' with the goons
Waitin' on a false move then
We empty the room
From the two-inch tapes to the crates
We ransack it all, get the loot out the safe
And we know about the stash in the floorboard
Jackhammer that up and hand over the Warhol
And them collectibles, too, hold up
I advise you not to reach
Or you'll be vegetable stew
It's an inside job thanks to Oh No
We got photos, you game goofy, bro-bro
No "Mask Off", I see the future
If you follow my instructions
My shooters won't shoot you
Cut the phone line with needle nose pliers
Oh shit, I think I hit the tripwire
Where you from? You must be dumb
Pullin' up dipped in the slums
The crackheads see you and report
It for a rock so break yourself quick or a
Shot from the Glock
Will rip through your knot
Have you leakin' red snot
I promise you, blood
You won't make it off the block
So take it off slow, nigga, run the jewels
Not the rap group, nah
I mean chains and shoes
You shoulda watched for the clues
Like, who the fuck ever finds
A bitch by the pool
And actin' all cool deep up in the hood
You's a god damn fool
And nigga, just for that, lemme get that hat
Too see these tattoos? This is Avenues
Nigga, lemme see your eyes when
I'm talkin' to you this is Piru's finest
Set you up with the hynas
Not to mention, nigga
She's a motherfuckin' minor
You fucked up, nigga, you fucked up, for real
So lemme get that backpack and
Belt made of eel i rabbit-ear pockets
The Bugs Bunny money marauder
'Cause, I'm jackin' you smarter
And not harder
This is somebody's daughter, bro
You must be sick i shoulda shot you in the
Dick you little stupid-ass trick
Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'ma blast
If you even make a move we gon' cut yo' ass
They got guns to my head
I think it's goin' down
I can't believe this happened in my own town
They took my crown, even took my jewels
Took me down, one shot, even took my shoes
Took my wallet, nigga
Even took my sock stash
Grabbed my money clip, the phone that I had
I said, "Wow
I can't believe I forgot the TEC"
Looked back at the homie, said, "Damn
What's next?"
Ante up, yop that fool
For the off-white J-1s and big bright jewels
Stakin' out your stu' with the goons
Waitin' on a false move then
We empty the room
From the two-inch tapes to the crates
We ransack it all, get the loot out the safe
And we know about the stash in the floorboard
Jackhammer that up and hand over the Warhol
And them collectibles, too, hold up
I advise you not to reach
Or you'll be vegetable stew
It's an inside job thanks to Oh No
We got photos, you game goofy, bro-bro
No "Mask Off", I see the future
If you follow my instructions
My shooters won't shoot you
Cut the phone line with needle nose pliers
Oh shit, I think I hit the tripwire