[Intro]
Robbery
Robbery
Robbery (Run)
Armed robbery (Give it up)

[Verse 1]
Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask, kid
My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen
That's the plan, you get swollen up when I stick, G
Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger coat
Clothes line from behind, put the razor to this n***a's throat
Stand still – don't make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a land fill, all over a grand bill
Money's something you should have gave up
Now your family has to dig a grave up, if you're one of them, bitch
N***a rich, n***a with fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case face's covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting, anyone that has a frown, get, messed up with a pound
By a man dressed up as a clown
You'll be dripping magenta lively, with no justice you'll die, G
'Cause you can't identify me

[Chorus]
Robbery (Kid running)
Robbery (Give it up, bitch)
Robbery (Hand it over, fuck)
Robbery
Robbery (Give it up)
[Verse 2]
I'm attacking you dressed up like the villain from Cobra
Unsober
Wearing a mask like it was the end of October
Your life is over, in your pants you're peeing
When I pull out my fucking 3 pound and represent like I'm skiing
I've done more shit than you, you wanna see, I'll rehearse it on you
Try to fucking rob me, I'll flip it, kid, and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven, you'll become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get sent to the lonely Heaven
Don't go around on places I lurk, whore
'Cause I go berserk for, everything you fucking work for
Don't think I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun, under the trenchcoat
Plus when I get greedier, the media eats it up and you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store owners on video recorders
When I'm vickin' there's always a face I must bash
And if I'm seen takin' the green, then I'm shaving off my mustache!

[Chorus]
Robbery (Run in her)
Robbery (Put it in the bag, punk)
Robbery (Give it to me, bitch)
Robbery (Empty your pockets and die, son)
Robbery
(Talking like an old woman)
[Outro]
"Oh! They stole my wallet! They took my pocket book
Police? He took my money. That white man over there"