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 niggas wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm from the street These industry niggaz startin' to look somethin' to eat snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up early and with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it even funny I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the from my nine these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, 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 broke as I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably have to him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What Jigga just sold 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for want no nigga puttin' four 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 skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a nah for real son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This ain't broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being can make you delirious 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 Shocker right the Grammies And Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the and you put the hot dog down I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass wanna 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 wanna get down you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught for his Cash Money piece Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be rich? Did you ever that you would have these hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like mine? I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men I'm Michael Bivins
Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That still eatin' off Big's first LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for Gods People
This serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
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 nigga?
For real, yo, you know what I'm got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I it 50 Cents ain't around
Track Masters ain't around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch your backs, watch your book, watch your pockets everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not