Ludacris, Young Buck, I-20 - Rob the Robbers lyrics

How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?

All black gloves, black mask
Here we go again the traps goin' slow
So I'm kickin' niggas doors again
Them pussy niggas soft
So the dealers goin' hard for it
I'm off in the truck, call up Buck
He got the hard for it
I got scopes on the AR
Make it easy to just pop at you
The first talkin' dope boy
Then we hit to rob at you
Won't hesitate to pull it out
Empty out a clip
Heard your partner got the cannons
So I'm tryin' to hit a lick
I ain't got to contemplate it
See I'm down to demonstrate it
I'm a DTP nigga, G-Unit affiliated
Got a clique full of street niggas
Ready for the shit
And a crib full of thick hoes
Down for the joint
Tell them pretty niggas, here we come
Lay it down, G it up
Extra clips, extra round, pick a clown
Hit 'em Buck hit 'em with that semi
Or bust with that revolver
How the hell you robbers, gonna rob a robber?

How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?

Snatch niggas out their Chevies in traffic
I'm a savage the devil made me do it nigga
I gotta have it
I'm hoppin' out this Escalade
Chopper in my hand
I catch the ones that I can
And start poppin' at they man
They say the hood wanna kill me
The police want me locked up
So I just take their jewelry
Every time I pop up
My album went platinum, and yeah
The nigga still jackin'
I ain't lyin' or actin'
It's just that I love it with a passion
You should these niggas faces with
The 40's on they shorties
Have they ass breakin' up like this
Dope game ain't for me (oh)
So, come on pussy nigga
Bring it if you that hard
And watch when you come home
I'll be layin' in your backyard
Niggas turn to trackstars
Runnin' when we comin'
See, them beepers see me do it
But they don't know who done it
Ay 20, make sure you tell that nigga Luda
I'm a shoota'
So if he got a problem with them cowards
Bring me through there

How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?

45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat, hummin
Comin' right at ya
These hollows will make you think
You at a track meet boys hit the back street
I'm ridin shotgun, with a shotgun
Pussy niggas hit the back seat
Chickens wanna act sweet 'cause
Of my candy-coated paint
And size 24 shoes, I call 'em Shaq's feet
Rollin' 20 Lacs deep whoever want it
We done it at 2100 Jack-U street
So hide ya hide ya wallet-wallet
Tuck ya tuck ya chain-chain
I don't wanna, cock-it cock-it
Chicka chicka bang bang
Ain't no way to try to stop it
Or numb the pain pain cause this ain't no
Muthafuckin video game-game
But I can empty the cartridge
While you bitchin' and fussin'
Grab the sticks of extra clips
And press the reset button
Put you on the front page
Of you the latest edition
Tell the robbers I'm the greatest addition
Motherfucker!

How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber?