Wu Block - Been Robbed lyrics
[Wu Block - Been Robbed lyrics]
Cocaine flow, cocaine dough
Where that money, where that paper
Where that cocaine go?
Lay 'em down, face first
Take the numbers out his cell
Get his connect to gag him
So the faggot don't yell
What happened to that street
Shit you rap about?
Where that spot that you sell heron
And dope and all that crack about
Niggas stop fronting, you don't own a Glock
If I take it off your neck
You probably call the cop, it's like
Aiyo, I had to shove the fifth in his mouth
He tried to raise the price
On me in the spring
In the midst of a drought
Told him papi, no need
Just put the slabs in the bag
Then I told him shut the fuck up
But his dog even said "arf! arf!"
'88 Riker's Isle, banging for phone time
One big nigga slid through
Bulky with two shines
Winked at my goons, they leave quick
Big man ran to the bubble, leaking
Repeating that help shit
We smack niggas up
Shake 'em down as we see 'em
Take his jewelry and his podium
Sheek and Ghostface on our '88 shit
Get your chest hit
Box cutter, get your face split
They yelling like!
Out of respect, I through the
Gun to his neck
He had singles and loose change
And yo, four bundles of wet
Told him, yo, kid, respect the juks
And there's one thing
You shouldn't yell around murderous
Crooks and that's
Where that money, where that paper
Where that cocaine go?
Lay 'em down, face first
Take the numbers out his cell
Get his connect to gag him
So the faggot don't yell
What happened to that street
Shit you rap about?
Where that spot that you sell heron
And dope and all that crack about
Niggas stop fronting, you don't own a Glock
If I take it off your neck
You probably call the cop, it's like
Aiyo, I had to shove the fifth in his mouth
He tried to raise the price
On me in the spring
In the midst of a drought
Told him papi, no need
Just put the slabs in the bag
Then I told him shut the fuck up
But his dog even said "arf! arf!"
'88 Riker's Isle, banging for phone time
One big nigga slid through
Bulky with two shines
Winked at my goons, they leave quick
Big man ran to the bubble, leaking
Repeating that help shit
We smack niggas up
Shake 'em down as we see 'em
Take his jewelry and his podium
Sheek and Ghostface on our '88 shit
Get your chest hit
Box cutter, get your face split
They yelling like!
Out of respect, I through the
Gun to his neck
He had singles and loose change
And yo, four bundles of wet
Told him, yo, kid, respect the juks
And there's one thing
You shouldn't yell around murderous
Crooks and that's