Robbin' hoods,
so watch your back
For the stick up boys,
walkin' up strapped
Strollin' down the street,
raggin' up fat gear
Jumpin' out of nowhere
and you ain't prepared
You tryna think fast and find
a path to break
But you're trapped cause the
gap cleans
and you're too late
So you freeze and you do
whatever you're told
Give up, you bomb or you
go with Joe
Couldn't make a face cause
it went down quick
And all you remember is that
they came up thick
So every neighborhood
has a Robin Hood
Posses getting paid
from doing the no good
Some get away once in a blue moon
Others had a face to doom
with the boom
Cause what you did to them
wasn't suitable
Now everybody's dressed
for your funeral
And how mad it is to be a number
Cause the Robin Hoods took you under
Take what we want straight up
from ya
No time to warn you
when they run up on ya
They'll hit ya and get ya
and take what you got
Well, why not?
That's the way they get paid
They're robbin' hoods
from around the way
It's no joke when they
broke the out there
Stalkin' their victims
and swingin' to hit them
Stripped them down at Point
Blank Ranch
for gear and gold,
and even pocket change, yo.
So you're caught up in the ambush,
and you froze when the Klan pushed.
Up on you with the swiftness,
and took you under with the quickness.
Swing a wrong move, bust caps.
No sweat to step,
and the gap's to your back.
Because the stick -up is what you pick up,
so give up.
Straight up, and what you save up ,
you gave up.
To the brothers, that's no good.
Better known as the Robin Hoods.
Take what we want, like criminal.
Take what we want, like criminal.
Take what we want straight up front
Parked in the parking lot
with a plot
and an attitude to kill a rock
It's the brothers that won't
stop the world o 'clock
Cause they're rollin' too
deep for the cops
Because of what you did,
they loadin' a full clip
Straight lay, straight face, no time for play
Look like ninjas with intent to end ya
And what they enter is a
stick up venture
Time's a hand, and so is your lifespan
Got you on a run like the
Marathon Man
There's a crew of guys
got you on a do or die
Nowhere to go so you can't play suicide
Steal from the rich to give to the poor
Nah, boy, they pocketing drawers
So the neighborhood has a little rally
How they gonna stop the
guys in the black caddy?
Can't rush them, nah, they too thick
Can't bust them, no, they too quick
What can you do?
It's settle for less
Ten extra pounds for a bulletproof vest
So you hired yourself a henchman
But they took him out with their hitman
They tell me that toys for boys, understand?
In that case, I'd rather be an old man.
I ain't trying to play these games.
We're moving a .45 slug
for a gold chain.
And they up to no good.
Understood?
The suckers are the Robin Hood.
With the force of a hundred men.
With the force of a hundred men.
And when we come at you,
what is wrong with you?
What you trying to do?