The art of getting This is how we do Brooklyn 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 crook with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin' to look somethin' to eat snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass to the nearest ATM I have dreams of an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith starin' down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I right now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a 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 Kurupt What just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' 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 skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear 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 I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun his piece then run nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
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 serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and ass down in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound Like you 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 playa no Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my I should rob man, his shit did well I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for funny ass rings Tell Sticky the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get capped coroners 'em up Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash 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 that you would be this rich? Did you ever think you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd the nine? And walk off with shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor 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 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?
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?
For real, yo, you know what I'm Niggas got to get stuck up just how it goes down It don't matter if you an nigga or a regular nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus we gonna get you whether you like it or not