The art of robbed This is how we do Brooklyn 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 I'ma with a deal If my record don't I'ma rob and steal You better nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin' to look somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and 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 early and with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have Keith starin' down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now I right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein' in An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as I'd rob ODB but be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock Kurupt Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four through that Coupe door I'll man handle 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 they me Steve know not to wear platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school Right now I'm bent and I get like this I don't think to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
ain't serious Being broke can you delirious 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 can be bigger 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you the cash 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 robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my all by my lonely I rob Clue man, his shit did well I wanna TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave 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 battle I'm stickin' them up Nigga get capped 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 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 get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this Did you ever think that you would have hits? Did you ever think that I'd the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep stickin' niggas until I'm I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to Mister C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you feelin' this? Then for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' People
ain't serious 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 Being broke can 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 that's 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 it I want it 50 Cents fuckin' around
Track Masters ain't around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch pockets everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not