Three 6 Mafia Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2) Lyrics:
(Chorus) But my niggaz talkin about robbin well
jump into the chevy hit the dash board get the
mask But all my niggaz talkin about swoppin the
wheel the devil control me to a sweet robbery

(DJ Paul)

I cruise in my chevy shakin these late nights and
soon a killa will thank me will come out again to
take another life Im tired of hidin from 5-0 cas
these fools scope me nightly Im changin my
identity and playin more roles than that nigga
spike lee this shit aint fake I gotta break and
get the fuck back from this murder case for chill
this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it
aint so fun when its real them cops cant roll to
Triple Six so no lord can save 'em I try to least
say not after that but now I ask of another favor
one of my homies died two of my niggaz in the JC
but now I ask of you first power bring 'em back to
me we ran a job off top we had to pop some cops
bust in some fools house made us lead us to his
stash spizot Skeemask over my skull papers in my
mouth cause Im grilled bitch its a house call
glock nine with no love killaz from the south
gotta peel caps that make your shells fall but I
will be the only one still leg locked employed
cause job to me you need to lay down you niggaz
you bitch es you snitches smoke swishers and plan
my sweet robberies

(Chorus)

(Juicy J)

This shit is on Im scopin out this fool that I
dont like who fucked me out some money wait till
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the night Im gonna touch him with a gauge gotta
touch him wit a gauge nigga think he fucked me
gonna get his ass sprayed first I hit the weed
bomb hit full of redrum nigga betta give me some
or I'll make your body numb bitch I thought you
knew it was on when when you pulled that shit
flodgin ass nigga prepare for tha trigger wit no
fuckin heart you gonna meet this sick killa dont
step you better watch your back better watch your
self watch out for the niggaz you trust or take
your last breath when I put this tone up in yo
face its gonna be a case without no trace the
robber had a mask on tryin to get his blast on no
evidence this shit'll be erased were in pauls
chevy deep were 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 muthafucker jacked

(Chorus)

(Koopsta Knicca)

The devils in the air yea helpin that I find your
sorrow straight buddah smokes we robbin hoe
koopsta knicca know leavin them bitches no sorrow
that why I'll never know the secrets of the many
double quickness you can pick it up in dividend
get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta nigga
your deadly friend I take you for your ride take
you to the evil side bitch i'd rather see you dead
than alive misery burn outta cry for one day not
all misery cured cops caught the witness on me and
my nigga keep ??? in all them hoes So you triziks
can witness the Triple Six click for them souls
like robbery pros kurt rolled the windows solo so
we can get out of here Paul caught two bitches in
the den comiting a rob with the ten ten corpses
dead with torches to the night into they brain
them pray day always so we buried them bitches on
amother day no heavin sin no evidence man you cant
fuck with this for you niggaz who wont wanna give
up all of your shit then you gon be a dead bitch
you hear him an then a body droppin in a ditch
they say Im crazy though i really say im a lunatic

(Chorus)
Lyrics: Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2), Three 6 Mafia [end]