(Intro)
Yes sir. The realest n***a in the game. Juicy J. It's going down. North North
Y'all n***a ain't ready. We gettin' this mothafuckin' money. I thought y'all n***as knew this shit. Lets do it n***a. Come on, lets go

(Chorus)
Imma rob me a n***a, imma rob me…
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
If you don't know who I am I'm that goon selling yams
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
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(Juicy J)
It's the return of them dopeboys getting this money man
Selling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaine
And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
And them real goons that be down for a poppin'
Have them n***as out here makin' money with this pimpin'
All my n***as out here man gettin' it how they livin'
I went from the projects, fucked up, eating Spam
Now I'm ridin' 30 inches tryin' to push a lot of grams
Leeches on my dick cuz they know that I'm the shit
Haters keep on hating cuz they know that I'm the shit
N***a I'm on the low, yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here I got you bitches sick

(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
The pistol's cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
And when I swipe this magnum Imma tear your jaw off
I blew your balls off, you n***as cumin
Before they stepped out the trap I was dumpin'
Cuz for that money a n***a dance with death
Man I'm a convict and felon, ain't no chances left
I'm to the death, me and she got a chemistry
N***a out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?
Now that's rob or die
A situation I don't know and me so low on bread
Get two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer said
The barrels cross your head I ain't like ya anyway
A n***a out here starvin' bout to die and you wanna play?
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