Robbers

[Hook] Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin', stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C-K [Verse 1] Memphis the Koopsta sendin' (?) straight to the (?) As robbers we break 'em down Like the return of the living dead I don't (?) phonky hoes .... Back in the day when my life was a challenge It's got from watching that murder shit .... Really, really, really Do you think that you can rob? Can you buck these busta bitches down ... A babbage nigga tried to set me up for (?) Now where he at? Still burnin' in the cornfield I had to pop him, had to buck him [Hook] [Verse 2] I got a plan to kill a man and get my ass in To make 'em (?) countin' up my dividends My time is short I can't go broke So loc I buck 'em down Unload them milli rounds And make 'em feel da thunder sound Who called tha feds When I bumped the busta bitches head? Who called me satan When I sprayed 'em with tha bullet lead? Who ever, who ever I practice Helter Skelter Have you been creepin' Or been reachin' evil letters? I ratta-tatta (?) matter (?) danger You changed (?) and revealed an evil stranger Come in, come in Come (?) me to the end Your life's a (?) My life's a motherfuckin' (?) ... The Koopsta Knicca's makin' motherfuckin' children holla ....