The art of getting is how we do Brooklyn style boy You what I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas wanna OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You recognize nigga I'm straight from the street industry niggaz startin' to look like 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 up early and bounce with all your shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my nine Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I mean now"
The only excuse for being is bein' 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 Jigga just sold 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna 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 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like I don't think About to Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece run This weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This ain't 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 can make 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 Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out robbin' Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da with 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX get down well 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, shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass Tell Sticky the cash before I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus battle while I'm stickin' them 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" Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece him I want 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 that you would be this rich? Did you ever think you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men I'm Michael Bivins
Catch for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin' off first LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
ain't 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?
For real, yo, you what I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get 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 ain't fuckin' around
Track Masters ain't fuckin' Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not