Robba Nigga Blind

from by Incoqnekro

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Robba nigga blind, shoot em up (make sho he dead)
Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead)
Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead)
Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead)

If I see it and want it, you bet I be takin,
leavin women and dem niggaz, cryin and shakin
with dat sawed-off shotgun, you sure I aint fakin
cause dem digits in the bank, you sho I be makin

So we ride up clean, straight 5 deep, laughing gas to make you sleep,
guns in hand, what the plan? rob dem tills and say god damn
you got some courage you know wassup, you got some green that sure enough
if dat nigga starts to fight, pull the trigger and say goodnight,
cause he think got the right to yell and scream and run in fright,
once you got cash in hand, run real fast from the man
leave dat blue light special behind, check your roll count every dime
cause we got dat 5 deep, rollin niggas on the street

I'm a straight up steal yo wallet,
then I run home cuz I got it,
wearing all yo bling say I bought it
fuck a police don't call it

I don't need a job, I just take all yo money
put my gun in yo face, and you won't think it's funny
if you don't give it up den you gonna get hurt
I advise that you give me wallet, shoes, and yo shirt
You think this jus a joke, nigga I aint even playing
this is how I live, not just words that I'm saying
I could take your daughter, or I can take your wife
I could take your money or, I can take yo life....

Murder's all she wrote, got a death note
killed some dope, woke up with his cock in his throat
he got chocked for the mother fucking pistol smoke
now he can't even toke, da kind you can't even smoke
I swear to god I saw his teeth hit the concrete
had him eating ice cream for about another week
got a gay-ass lisp, when he try to speak,
homey hidin in the projects like a little freak
I knew his ass would go down,
before I hit em or spit em and then I bit em fighting dirty in the street. we beat em!
make sure to kick him ass while he down,
wipe dat stupid ass smirk off his face into a frown, he like
mommy, mommy, I got knocked to the ground, she like
fuck with incoqnekro, you gonna be a clown,
that's whats up when you make stupid ass mistakes,
one dumb move is all it fuckin takes,
to get your ass blown out, with some bullets in your face,
your girlfriend's suckin my dick, cause her drink got laced
she got slipped a couple mickeys, she got a couple hickies,
her vagina's all sticky from her homeboy named ricky, she like
Oh man, she pregnant again, she like
god damn, the faggot likes men, she like
ooo ahh, you better be gone, and I'm like
hell nah, mama's TV got pawned

Well you know last time that I checked mang I got nuttin to lose
so gimme yo cigarettes, yo chain and yo air jodan shoes
I pull da heat up out da jeans and I watch dem roaches scatter
and you can call the ho-lice nigga cuz it dont even matter
and robbin niggaz on da street homeboi Im a professional
and I dont go to no bullshit church so dis track confessional
I bust up in da club and I steal on you and all yo bitches
a playa dont even know what to do wit all da munney and richez
and deez sucka MCs hate, cuz a playa masterbate
To dat wallet-sized polaroid of dey daughters face
If you got somethin I want, nigga you besta pad lock it
I aint happy 2 see you aint no banana in my pocket cuz I (robba nigga blind)

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from Incoqnekronomicon, released June 6, 2006

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