The art of getting This is how we do style 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 sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight the street These industry niggaz startin' to like somethin' to eat I'll 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 bounce with all shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' down the barrel from my nine these Harlem World niggaz 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 excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got to live for Don't no nigga 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 gonna you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm 'bout to Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get this I don't think to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
ain't 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?
ain't 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?
I'll catch P and The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy the Like you gimme the and you put the hot dog down I it out Been robbin' Joe before why his ass wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da with 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down you tell homey I'm on that shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I rob Clue man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up get capped coroners pickin' '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 Money Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you think that you would have these hits? Did you think that I'd flash the nine? And off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' 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 real I'm 'bout to Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? Then wait for the I gotta get Kirk for robbin' Gods People
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?
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you what I'm sayin'? 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 fuckin'
Track Masters fuckin' around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd Rapper fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch pocket book, watch your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not