Get Ya Rob - Explicit Album Version

[00:-05.00]Three 6 Mafia - Get Ya Rob(Feat. Project Pat)
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[repeat],
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[repeat], raiseem up
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[Chorus: Juicy J]
Stickem up
raiseem up

All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin with all them broadsll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin with all them broadsll
( Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

[Project Pat:]
At the corner stores hangin with my young niggas
Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers
Real killers role around here, lookin for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates
Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine
He dont wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine
He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.
Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way
Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot
She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop
Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was
bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasnt

All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heardtrickin with all them broadsll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin with all them broadsll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

[Juicy J:]
Im at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?
Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot
And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice
Im about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot
The police ridin down the block, hold up (hold up) a second ...
Theyre just patrolling, I need to getem
The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump
Ill call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk
Im running across the street (street)
Im sweating like a beast (beast)
With chains on my hands (hands)
And shackles on my feet (feet)
My second robbery (ry)
My heart rate just increased (creased)
Im kickin down the back door...
[Gun shots/dead phone line]

[Chorus]
All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin with all them broadsll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

All the flossin on the townll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin all ya cashll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin with all them broadsll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob

[DJ Paul:]
Now dont show it if ya aint gonna share it
Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head
You better look like the hood when you roll through it
Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid
They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws
We said it, but ye aint comin in our hood to fuck a brawl
Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out
We comin from the side of the house with the pumps out.

Stickem up