How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? X4

 All black gloves, black mask, here we go again
 The traps goin' slow,
 So I'm kickin' ******s doors again
 Them ************ ******s soft, so the dealers goin' hard for it
 I'm off in the truck, call up Buck,
 He got the hard for it
 I got scopes on the AR,
 Make it easy to just pop at you
 The first talkin' ****** boy, then we hit to rob at you
 Won't hesitate to pull it out, empty out a clip
 Heard your partner got the cannons,
 So I'm tryin' to hit a lick
 I ain't got to contemplate it,
 See I'm down to demonstrate it
 I'm a DTP ******, G-Unit affiliated
 Got a clique full of street ******s, ready for the ************t
 And a crib full of thick hoes, down for the joint
 Tell them pretty ******s, here we come
 Lay it down, G it up
 Extra clips, extra round, pick a clown, hit 'em Buck
 Hit 'em with that semi, or bust with that revolver
 How the hell you robbers, gonna rob a robber?
 How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? x8

 Snatch ******s out their Chevies in traffic,
 I'm a savage
 The devil made me do it ******, I gotta have it
 I'm hoppin' out this Escalade, chopper in my hand
 I catch the ones that I can,
 And start poppin' at they man
 They say the hood wanna kill me,
 The police want me locked up
 So I just take their jewelry, every time I pop up
 My album went platinum, and yeah, the ****** still jackin'
 I ain't lyin' or actin',
 It's just that I love it with a passion
 You should these ******s faces with the
 .40's on they shorties
 Have they ass breakin' up
 Like this ****** game ain't for me (oh)
 So, come on ************ ******, bring it if you that hard
 And watch when you come home,
 I'll be layin' in your backyard
 ******s turn to trackstars, runnin' when we comin'
 See, them beepers see me do it,
 But they don't know who done it
 Ay 20, make sure you tell that ****** Luda, I'm a shoota'
 So if he got a problem with them cowards,
 Bring me through there
 How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? x8

 .45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat
 Hummin, comin' right at ya
 These hollows will make you think you at a track meet
 Boys hit the back street
 I'm ridin shotgun, with a shotgun
 .45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat
 Hummin, comin' right at ya
 These hollows will make you think you at a track meet
 Boys hit the back street
 I'm ridin shotgun, with a shotgun
 ************ ******s hit the back seat
 Chickens wanna act sweet
 Cause of my candy-coated paint and size 24 shoes
 I call 'em Shaq's feet, rollin' 20 Lacs deep
 Whoever want it, we done it
 At 2100 Jack-U street
 So hide-ya hide-ya wallet-wallet
 Tuck-ya tuck-ya chain-chain
 I don't wanna, ******-it ******-it
 Chicka-chicka bang-bang
 Ain't no way to try to stop it, or numb the pain-pain
 Cause this ain't no mutha****** video game-game
 But I can empty the cartridge,
 While you ************in' and fussin'
 Grab the sticks of extra clips and press the reset button
 Put you on the front page of you the latest edition
 Tell the robbers I'm the greatest addition
 Mother******!