Lyrics of 'Rob 2night' by Stack Bundles

(On the phone)
Yo, what?
How many times you hit em?
I'm on my way

All through the hood I'm hearin people say, that I'm a get rob tonight
If they make me give my shit up, I'm a have to get hit up ok?
Cause I'm down to die for mine
We holdin, he holdin; lock and loaded (cause I'm down to die for mine)
We rollin, he holdin; lock and loaded (cause I'm down to die for mine)

Look, they say God don't like ugly, so ugly niggas is worthy
Comes around, goes around; see what happen to (Birdy's)
Sleepin with the enemy, creepin with the enemy, speakin with the enemy
Like he wasn't a friend of me (why?)
Didn't show em where the studio was
So (clack, clack)
Take off the jewelry cause
See, it was meant for me, but he was entertainin em
I hear the rumors, but I ain't entertainin em
Few banana clips for guerillas, I'm entertainin em
I ain't monkeyin around, arangatangin em
I ain't wearin grey cause it's cute, nigga I'm bangin em
I bought them burners to shoot, nigga I'm bangin em

Do I look the least bit worried?
Niggas don't scare me, who gives a fuck about your "barbershop talk"
My phone ring and my youngins'll pop off,
We'llfuck around and get your barbershop, Boss
See I'm respected like papa
Loved like millz
Hated like light, with "doc middleto" skills
You gotta honor em cause the fact that he real
The fours in my hand, a nigga gone get kill
Tie up boys come around we gon handle em
It's no negotiatin; I ain't Bryan Hamilton
You gotta shoot me, a robbery gone wrong
If you think I give a fuck, then you ain't listenin to the song