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 that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll wake up early and with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I right now"
The only excuse for broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he as hell I'd rob ODB but be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man 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 they found me Steve not to wear that 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 when I get like this I don't About to Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun his piece then run This weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
ain't serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog 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 Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my 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 Ghost and RZA for them ass rings Tell gimme the cash before I empty three
beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up get capped 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 Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off shine Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And walk off with shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas until I'm I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to Mister C That nigga still eatin' off first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you what I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes It don't if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents fuckin' around
Track Masters ain't around Cat ain't fuckin' around The Madd Rapper fuckin' around So watch your backs, 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