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degrees of robbery - the ridgegrove mafia lyrics

[intro]
you know what i’m sayin’ it’s a lot of bros out here doing this motherf*ckin’ robbery thing
you know what im sayin’ cause there is too many dope [?] out here
running around and sh*t, sellin’ their yeah, yeah
you know what i’m saying take money to make money
you know what i’m sayin
i got a gat, back in my bag
spray one of these b*tches for what they got
so hype dog explain to them b*tches

[verse 1: hype dog]
a pistol packin’ murderer mane
losing my f*cking mind, a psychopath that i walk
cause i’ll let my nine talk, to these b*tches
a bullsh*tting, busta thatjust tryna have some
sh*t like this, making me cl!ck
quick to break you off some
robber like, nighty night, when i’m poppin’ with the hollow tips
out of my glock, 17 shots, making your brain lock, up
can’t you feel it stop, and keep on moving
i keep on poppin’, ’till you’re dead
watching the bloodskeet out your head, in the midst
stepping up to a real motherf*cking k!ller
im the ferilla [?]
twisting these n*ggas wigs, back, ra*ta*tat
goes my gat, leaving a n*gga dead g
1*8*7*2*11 first degree, robbery, b*tch
[hook]
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery

[verse 2: lil whack]
one, n*gga dead, 15 bullets up in his ass
hand me the f*ckin’ clip so i can turn to a madman
smokin’ that chicken that keep me cl!ckin’ now you know that it’s on
maddie whack, patty whack, hand me the f*ckin’ tone
n*gga forgot the clip, give me the bullets man
lil wack, [?] hyped out, playa d*stone, [?]
pimpin’ ass n*gga like, [?] don’t be fine as sh*t
pr*ne nose, [?] are ready to k!ll a b*tch
pimpin’ out here we come, ready to bust a dome
won’t go with that sh*t mane, you better just go on
before i rip off yo’ head, put it up in yo’ sac
twisting your d*mn neck, ’till i hear, the f*ckin’ crack
i’m ’bout to go crazy mane, i’m taking my hit list’
i gotta k!ll the n*ggas so i can get some blood b*tch
point the glock to his head, he said “please don’t k!ll me”
1*8*7*2*11 first degree robbery
[hook]
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery

[verse 3: dj big mac]
as i, creep, through your motherf*ckin’ neighborhood
5 deep, in a steamer
and i’m about to live this f*ckin’ dream up
so if you bustas think you wanna get it on
i think you better pack your motherf*ckin’ tone
before i clown, and put your ass, six feet in the ground
these weak ass n*ggas ain’t never been, down, for the crown
so when we come you better get ready to hear some f*ckin’ noise
cause when we come you know we bring the tec
and the rest, of the n*gga, how in the f*ck do you figure, that you gonna k!ll a k!ller
me and the rest of the n*ggas will make you look like a thrilla
cause i will cut your head off, tear your f*cking throat out
trappin’ from the sea, to the honeycomb hideout
and if you bustas wanna try and bring that sh*t to the door
i think you need to step so i can drop your ass, to the floor
because i thought i told you stupid n*ggas not to f*ck with me
i think it’s time, for the player g to do a first degree, robbery

[hook]
robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
[verse 4: dj big mac]
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
(third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery)
n*gga be trippin’ i’m loadin’ a clip and i’m makin’ them drop off the cheese
my victim, hes flodgin’, he’s showin’ off the gravy
hollow point, ask the questions, shall we k!ll him? maybe
“please don’t, please don’t please don’t, k!ll me”
watchin’ a busta big show, sure does thrill me
spellin’ them in green, make the big man cofiend
mister robber, mister stang, livin’ against the [?]
drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, busta
a n*gga ain’t got no gravy, i’m tired of bein’ a hustler
takin’ high school kids coats, sell it then i buy some dope
hearing n*ggas laughin’ cause they think i’m a motherf*ckin’ joke
drop it up, drop it up, give me the f*ckin’ gravy
i specialize, i specialize in first degree robbery

third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery
third degree, second degree, first degree, robbery

- the ridgegrove mafia lyrics

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