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

I am about to set the record
(The famous)
99 man
Time to let know man

Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's or be killed
My skillz leavin' chilled on ice
Like twice I flash my steel
They can't touch, touch, never touch

Driving around with the whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends, I mean I want ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the
My

Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a book
Take a good fucking at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd
In the ford expidie and I don't to die

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, I put a in the air
For the hearing impaired, if hearin' this fear
Than your hearing it
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, feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter,

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

You think you got it all together, get it apart
Man you can't the heat, stay up outta the street
Nigga turn police 'cause shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad, make me bald

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

Now up that, now you see where lux at
I got the game by the 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

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