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 that wanna OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better recognize nigga I'm straight the street These industry niggaz startin' to look like to eat snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't funny I'm about to stick for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel my nine Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now I right now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An entertainer 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 drop for four to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on and Poke since they found me Steve not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm 'bout to Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get this I don't think About to make Stevie J off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being can make 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 Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog I it out robbin' Joe before that's why his ass Don't be a playa no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da with 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my I should rob Clue man, his did well I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae and RZA for them funny ass rings Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get capped coroners '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 on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off shine Did you think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you have these hits? Did you think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like mine? I'ma keep stickin' until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin' off Big's 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' Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
ain't serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
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 what I'm sayin'? got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry or a regular nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we get you whether you like it or not