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The art of robbed
This is how we do style, boy
You what I'm saying?

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 don't sell, I'ma rob and steal

You better recognize, nigga, I'm from the street
These industry niggaz starting to look something to eat
I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get ass down to the nearest ATM

I have dreams of fucking an R an' B
And I'll wake up and bounce with all your shit
I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money

Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the from my nine
Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man
Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now
I right now"

The only excuse for being broke is being in
An entertainer can't make bail if he as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but be a waste of time
Probably have to him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks
Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt
What, Jigga just sold like 4
He got something to for
Don't want no nigga putting four that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with no more, who gonna protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and since they found me
Steve not to wear that platinum shit around me

I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit
now I'm bent 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 ain't
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

ain't serious
Being broke can you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an nigga?

I'll catch P and Silkk, The Shocker right the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in
Run up on Timberland and Missy with the
you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I figured it out been Joe before
That's why his ass don't wanna be a playa no
Mad at you, I'm 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 stick TQ but his ain't sell

I hit the studios, take shit and
Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I three
I'll beat ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus battle while I'm sticking them up
get capped coroners picking him up
Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He "Why you robbing me
I got 'Nuttin But for ya

Caught Juvenile for his Money piece
Told him I it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
We at a time, get out and take off your

Did you ever think you would be this rich?
Did you ever that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit it's mine?

I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real, bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still off Big's first LP

I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I told him 'Gimme More'
Is you feeling this? Then for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's

This serious
broke can make you delirious
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an nigga?

For real, yo, you what I'm saying?
Niggas got to get stuck up, that's how it goes down
It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it

50 ain't fucking around
Masters ain't fucking around
Crazy Cat fucking around
The Madd Rapper aint fucking

So watch your backs, watch your pocket
Watch your pockets, watch on the train
Watch on the bus
'Cause we get you whether you like it or not