The art of robbed is how we do Brooklyn style 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 rob and steal You better nigga I'm straight from the street These niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You see her again?" Get your ass down to the ATM I dreams of fuckin' 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 stick for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel my nine Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now I mean now"
The only excuse for being is bein' in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and since they found me Steve know not to wear that shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off tight ass mink rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
ain't serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a no more Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da with 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his shit did I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
I'll beat your ass that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' up Nigga get capped pickin' 'em up tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money Told him I 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 take off your Did you think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with shit like it's mine? keep stickin' niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to Mister C That nigga eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? Then for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
ain't serious Being broke can make you 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 ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
For real, yo, you know what I'm Niggas got to get up that's just how it goes down 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 ain't fuckin'
Track ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd Rapper ain't around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we get you whether you like it or not