Artist: Killah Priest f/ Savoy
Album:  Black August
Song:   Robbery
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, you know I got to get this damn money, man
Nah, I can't take this this time
Everybody got the boy stressed, about to do somethin', you know
Trynna hold me back too long, try to get this money any way I could

[Killah Priest]
Yo, look, my cash low, baby cryin
Had enough, I grabbed my iron
Called up the crew, here's what y'all do
Be at my spot, around two, oh yeah
Bring some guns, bring some masks
I got a way, we can make some cash
My woman beefin, my mama's sick
If I don't get it look, I'ma flip
The doorbell rang, exchange some slang
We laughed a little, y'all got them things?
Ok thanks, now look here's the plan
Hold up Priest, who's your man?
Oh him? That's my man Sharod
Don't worry about him, that's the God
He specializes in gun firing, pickin' locks, ditchin' cops
And robberies (he goes on) robbing sprees
(He's the) He's the man, this the plan
Remember the bank, we let at before?
Well we're headed back, to make a withdrawal

[Chorus 2X: Savoy (Killah Priest)]
It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it)
We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)
We about to catch a body (damn right, I'mma get it)

[Killah Priest (Savoy)]
Three in the back, two in the front
Load up our gats, while we're pulling up
This the spot, let's make it pop
Anything move, we make it hot
Doors open, put our masks on
Our gats pokein, it won't take that long
Anybody grab me, I whisper softly
Do what ya gotta do to get 'em off me
Hands twitchin, I'm getting feelings
Saw the security, might have to kill him
Walked in the door, damn it's crowded
Walked on the floor, then I shouted
(It's a robbery) Everybody down
Don't make a move, don't wanna hear a sound
Looked at Shared, he gave me the nod
Letting me know done the job

[Chorus 2X]

[Killah Priest]
Told the teller, fill the bags
Had the mac, pointed at the glass
Hurry up, you're movin slow
Time is money, and I've got to go
Grabbed the bags, head for the door
Backing out, clutching the dough
We heard sirens, dashed to the ride
Any cop we see, open firing
Cop car, swung around the block
My man Rock, opened up shots
My man Lace, real nutty case
Said let's get it on, fuck the chase
Women screaming, grabbing their kids
My homie Lace, blasting and shit, laughin and shit
Homie is sick, looked at Shared
Said let's go, four desperados holding the dough
Make a left, make a right
Head straight yo, watch those lights
We in the hideout, laughing it up
Watching the news, about the bank we stuck

[Chorus 2X]