The art of robbed is how we do Brooklyn 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 line is I'ma with a deal If my record don't I'ma rob and steal You better recognize I'm straight from the street These niggaz startin' to look like 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 even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my Since these World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now I right now"
The excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but be a waste of time Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no 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 protect you I been on Tone and Poke since they found me know not to wear that 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 school Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
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 industry
I'll catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the and you put the hot dog down I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a no more Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm them up Nigga get capped pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Money 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 take off shine Did you ever think that you would be 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 until I'm I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for 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 feelin' this? Then for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
This ain't Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel 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 to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes It don't matter if you an industry or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin'
Track Masters fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we get you whether you like it or not