The art of getting This is how we do style boy You know I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is crook with a deal If my record don't I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the industry niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll up early and bounce with all your shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel my nine these Harlem World 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 right now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An entertainer can't 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 follow Fox in the drop for four to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't Tommy no more who gonna protect 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 son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get this I don't think About to make Stevie J off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his 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 to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
I'll P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass 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 be a playa no more 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 you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my I rob Clue man, his shit did well I wanna 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 your ass like 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" Juvenile 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 jeep
One at a time get out and off your shine Did you ever think that you be this rich? Did you ever that you would have these hits? Did you ever think 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 like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? Then wait for the I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' People
This 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 can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you know what I'm Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it down It don't matter if you an industry 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 your pocket book, your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not