Timbo King - Armored Truck Lyrics

f/ Masta Killa



[Intro: Timbo King]

Comin' to get this money, money

Knock, Knock nigga

Aiyo, aiyo..



[Timbo King]

I be where the dough at

and where the dough at, a ho at

I rhyme for real, y'all niggaz know that

'cuz 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 watchin' again

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

I wish somebody would try to rob us

Ya bootleg CDs, two for five dollars

Advances, leather dansens

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, ya knowing me now

I been poppin' those

And them ho's been knocking those

Shows outta state, West bubble f*ck

With big hummer trucks, gangsta life

Live big, that's my word to B.I.G.

I send shots to ya ribs

See if you can spot the red beam

I'm parked right infront of the spot inside a red Beam', nigga



[Interlude: Timbo King (Masta Killa)]

(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)



[Masta Killa]

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, i'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'

It's the Armoured Truck, people that he moved wit'



[Interlude: Masta Killa (Timbo King)]

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

(Yo the money's right)

The money there look easy, smooth and deadly



[Timbo King]

Out the plaze, high with her friends

She from Brazil, and she likes men with Indian skin

How, the f*ck are rap niggaz goin' to trial?

It's 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 niggaz, they all crazy

Both eyes hazy, now who the f*ck 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, f*ck that, thirty a bird

Flip somethin', respect The Juks

This here's supposed to happen

Now who the f*ck wanna start rappin'? Then start rappin'



[Outro: Timbo King]

Let's get this money

Divide it by the group

Divide by life niggaz

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..