The art of getting is how we do Brooklyn style boy You what I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook a deal If my record don't I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight the street industry niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my Since these Harlem niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I mean now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of Probably have to him, run and toss the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley door man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke they found me Steve know not to wear that shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit Right now I'm bent and I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This ain't Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel 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?
I'll catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the and you put the hot dog down I it out Been robbin' Joe before why his ass Don't wanna be a playa no Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his shit did I wanna TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll beat ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners 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 for his Cash Money piece Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think that you would be this Did you think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to stick C That nigga still eatin' off Big's 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 gotta get Kirk for robbin' Gods People
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
This ain't broke can make 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 matter if you an 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 Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Rapper ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not