Armored Truck - Masta Killa

Comin' to get this money, money

Knock, Knock nigga

Aiyo, aiyo

I be where the dough at and where the dough at, a ho at

I grind for real, y’all niggas know that

Cause slow money’s better than no money

I keep a hustle, strong-arm block muscle

Hand me those things, what’s poppin' my nigga?

Po-po watching again

Put the heat and the work in the stash, Fatty got us

I wish somebody would try to rob us

Them bootleg CDs, two for five dollars

Advances, leather

I’m gettin' my dick sucked by belly-dancers

All hood, yeah, pop got the gambling spot back

Roll up a wood, smoke berries, my team 'bout paper

At first you don’t succeed, strive again

That Gin and Grapefruit, rockable blend it’s grown B. I

Brownsville, all the way to Portland, you know us

The ice don’t melt but it felt like you know us

Yeah, you go under the ground

If you didn’t know me then Pa, you knowing me now

I been poppin' those and them ho’s been knocking those

Shows outta state, West bubble fuck

With big hummer trucks, gangsta life, live big

That’s my word to Big, I send shots to your ribs

See if you can spot the red beam

I’m parked right in front of the spot inside a red Beam', nigga

(Yeah, yeah, we’ll pass this off)

Yeah we got this pick up

After we pick this up everything gon' be good

(Watch yaself)

Yo watch those two cats over there

They funny facin' right now, they funny facin'

(I got that)

I started out workin' a ho, moved up to a runner

Hustled for material wealth, put bullet-proof tires on the Hummer

Straight to ya gate I deliver, flow like the Kwantung River

Murdered for a few tails of silver

Code: Red, swingin' on ya head, it’s all actual, the murder capital

Group emcee killers, masters, pros and villains

Mic snatchers, dark like a hatchet

Flash ya ratchet, whether steel or plastic

Check the regiment

Peace to Almighty Infinite from the Desert

What’s the science Wu-alliance?

On the Ave, I heard son got stabbed up at the party

Never, the God too clever

He seen it comin', they thought he was slippin'

'cuz he’s rockin' a drunken', hand on his gun and

Eyes red ready to dead whatever movin'

Against the Armoured Truck, people that he moved wit'

Just make sure my money’s right, how I move

(Yo the money’s right)

The money there look easy, smooth and deadly

At the Plaza, high with her friends

She from Brazil and she likes men with Indian skin

How, the fuck are rap niggas goin' to trial?

Was that easy like burnin' an Owl or turnin' a dial

The body you do’s, we body you dudes

We robbin' you, dealin' death and you outta ya shoes

Who’s on first, now who’s on second?

I’m on third, I’m not playin', them Ninas got 'em all prayin'

God please save me, them Brooklyn niggas, they all crazy

Both eyes hazy, now who the fuck want it?

We gamblin' grands, me and my mans

We got the block on watch for them D’s in them vans

Now that’s my word, that’s my word

Twenty a gram, fuck that, thirty a bird

Flip somethin', respect the juks

This here’s supposed to happen

Now who the fuck wanna start rappin'?

Then start rappin'

Let’s get this money

Divide it by the group

Divide by life niggas

On the grind, block for block

Whatever, whatever

Fort Knox, Knock, Knock, nigga

Timbo King, my nigga Dev One on the track

Definite on the Internet

Definitely, yeah, yeah

Bring it back.