Armored Truck - Track Review

[beautifulrock]

Armored Truck

Armored Truck (single) - Timbo King
2003

Timbo King
Masta Killa

Dev One



(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 bumble fuck
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 in front of the spot inside a red Beam', nigga

[Interlude]

(Masta Killa)

I started out workin' a ho, moved up to a runner
Hustled for material wealth, put bulletproof 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 Armored Truck, people that he moved wit'

[Interlude]

(Timbo King)

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?
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 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'

[Outro]

[beautifulrock]

Never knew this existed, gonna give a few more spins before voting. Good call on this one New Hills, I almost missed it.

[12weLvE]

Man Timbo has dissapointed me by not droppin an official solo album... This is a banger.

[Mumm Ra]

only one to give it a five...
this track has extra value to me though cuz it always reminds me of summertime playing basketball in the park

[claaa7]

always loved this track, raw as hell.. as already stated Timbo King is the most missed Killa Bee to not drop an album imo. Masta Killa had a nice verse too, the beat fits them both nicely.