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"Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" Cocaine flow, cocaine dough Where that money, where that paper, where that cocaine go? Lay 'em down, face first, take the numbers out his cell Get his connect to gag him, so the faggot don't yell "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" What happened to that street shit you rap about? Where that spot that you sell heron, and dope and all that crack about Niggas stop fronting, you don't own a glock If I take it off your neck, you probably call the cop, it's like "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" Aiyo, I had to shove the fifth in his mouth Letras de cancionesHe tried to raise the price on me in the spring, in the midst of a drought Told him papi, no need, just put the slabs in the bag Then I told him shut the fuck up but his dog even said "arf! arf!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" '88 Riker's Isle, banging for phone time One big nigga slid through, bulky with two shines Winked at my goons, they leave quick, big man ran To the bubble, leaking, repeating that help shit "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" We smack niggas up, shake 'em down as we see 'em Take his jewellery and his podium Sheek and Ghostface on our '88 shit, get your chest hit Box cutter, get your face split, they yelling like! "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" Out of respect, I through the gun to his neck, he had singles and loose change And yo, four bundles of wet Told him, yo, kid, respect the juks, and there's one thing You shouldn't yell around murderous crooks and that's "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" From Letras Mania