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