Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
DJ Paul
Programming
Juicy J
Programming
Kurt Clayton
Programming
Carlos Broady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
"Crazy" Mike Foster
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
See I was on the North, North side in the projects Cutterfield
And dats where the the dope dealer nigga really live
See they sold crack, and they sold weed too
They specialize in cookin up the dope fool
To get it out, so the junkies can smoke too
But me my nigga, I been smokin out chu
And you ain't you cause yall been cuttin up du
I think I'mma have to touch ur ass with a tool
Its easy come easy go yall know the rule
HCP motherfucker you know I'll cut loose
And if you got it, I'mma have to touch you
Like knockin on your door and holla trick-or-treat fool
Its halloween motherfucker, don't let this motherfucker sight you
A robbery to a muderery that's cool
So any way that you want it, I got chu
Its one way hallway nigga, so fuck you
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
(continues with next part)
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I'm at ya doe to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I'm at ya doe to collect these funds
(ends)
I ran up in his spot, with the Glock, his jaw dropped
He knew I came for money and the weight I heard he got
I cracked him in the middle of his face with the tone
Tied his ass up and ransacked his home
I had to rape his bitch cause the ho was stacked
I fucked her from the back, with my gun to her back
I left up out his crib, with dolla and purple hat
But eventually got caught because of a dick hair
Dont let me find out that you got that dope
Dont let me find out that you snitchin on folks
Dont let me find out that you tryna get rich
Riddin round' the fuckin' hood n makin fun of niggas shit
Dont let me find out, feds tap a nigga phone
Dont let me find out, cause if I find out its on
Dont let me find out that niggas sellin purple drank
Cuz I'mma rob all dem fools, like I robbed 20 banks
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
(continues with next part)
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I'm at ya doe to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I'm at ya doe to collect these funds
(ends)
Alright
Al-al-al-right
Al-right
Al-al-al-right
Al-right
Al-al-al-right
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Paul Duane Beauregard
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