The art of robbed This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know what I'm
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize I'm straight from the street These niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your When I apply pressure, son it even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' the barrel from my nine Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I right now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got to live for Don't no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they me Steve know not to wear platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and I get like this I don't think About to make J take off that tight ass mink rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been robbin' Joe before why his ass wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my all by my lonely I should rob man, his shit did well I wanna TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever think you would have these hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And off with your shit like it's mine? keep stickin' niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn I'm hungry for I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
This ain't broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up just how it goes down It don't if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 ain't fuckin' around
Track Masters fuckin' around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd Rapper fuckin' around So your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not