"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Sheek louch]

Cocaine flow, cocaine dough

Where that money, where that paper, where that cocaine go?

Lay 'em down, face first, take the numbers out his cell

Get his connect to gag him, so the faggot don't yell

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Sheek louch]

What happened to that street shit you rap about?

Where that spot that you sell heron, and dope and all that crack about

Niggas stop fronting, you don't own a glock

If I take it off your neck, you probably call the cop, it's like

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Ghostface killah]

Aiyo, I had to shove the fifth in his mouth

He tried to raise the price on me in the spring, in the midst of a drought

Told him papi, no need, just put the slabs in the bag

Then I told him shut the fuck up but his dog even said "arf! arf!"

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Ghostface killah]

'88 riker's isle, banging for phone time

One big nigga slid through, bulky with two shines

Winked at my goons, they leave quick, big man ran

To the bubble, leaking, repeating that help shit

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Sheek louch]

We smack niggas up, shake 'em down as we see 'em

Take his jewelry and his podium

Sheek and ghostface on our '88 shit, get your chest hit

Box cutter, get your face split, they yelling like!

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]

[Ghostface killah]

Out of respect, I through the gun to his neck, he had singles and loose change

And yo, four bundles of wet

Told him, yo, kid, respect the juks, and there's one thing

You shouldn't yell around murderous crooks and that's

"Help! I'm being robbed!" [x4]