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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Curtis squeeze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra
I tell some, live ya like Puff did
I did biz, ask any body, I am rough 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 hearin' this fear
your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck bod, got put on the job

Don't question it to stars, put 'em in saw
gate, I suggest you vacate
When I shake, feel earthquakes 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 problem hit your squad
on the shapar when I twisted God

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

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

Now up that, now that you see lux at
I got the game by the balls and I get all
So if you play to much I put the 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