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Rob, B.R.
Rob, B.R.

I am about to set the straight
(The famous)
99 man
Time to let them man

Yo aiyo, yo, yo, kill or be killed
My leavin' them chilled on ice
Like when I flash my steel
They touch, won't touch, never touch

Driving around with the toasty whip, bust
Puffin dust like fiends, I mean I green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty the gleam
My

Full of cut throats with enough notes to a fuckin' book
Take a good fucking look at these bad
madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I expect to die

On humble shit, I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I through with
If you scared by dog release the four by
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his

On the streets good like all state, ya all fake
Just got paid but it, I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya

My brother Curtis squeeze to celliums
I make it you can't escape the parra bedlams
I tell some, live ya life Puff did
I did enough biz, ask any body, I am kid

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Yo, yo, I put a in the air
For the hearing impaired, if you're hearin' this
your hearing it cleared
Man I with bod, got put on the job

question it to stars, I'ma put 'em in saw
Straight gate, I suggest you
When I shake, they feel in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter,

Off the liquor, towards you mister
Off it hit you hard, it gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar I twisted God

You think you got it all together, get it ripped
Man you can't stand the heat, up outta the street
Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his
I subtract like mad, don't me bald

So I want it all, fuck had, don't me laugh
By all means, get money, it's all green
all good and I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security ya to tuck that

Now up that, now you see where lux at
I got the by the balls and I get all calls
So if you to much I put the shit on pause

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

B.R.
B.R.

Bad boy, nigga, Harlem
Alumni, the one guy
The gun die, day one
Life Stories, 99

stories, I'm here 1999, baby it's on
I I'm about to feel something here
We baby, bad boy
Bad boy