The art of robbed This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know what I'm
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These industry startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass to the nearest ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the from my nine these 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 right now"
The excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably have to him, run and toss the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four that Bentley Coupe door I'll man Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke they found me Steve know not to wear that shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece run This weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
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 feel to rob and nigga?
catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound Like you the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been robbin' Joe 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 wanna get down well you homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I rob Clue man, his shit did well I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them ass rings Tell gimme 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 coroners 'em up Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love 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 in a black jeep
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this Did you think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin' off Big's LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk for robbin' Gods People
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
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?
For real, yo, you know what I'm got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Track ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' 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 you like it or not