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 that OD Aiyyo, the bottom is I'ma crook with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the These industry 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 fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll up early and bounce with all your shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel my nine Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I mean now"
The excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably have to clap him, run and the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock Kurupt What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to for want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who protect 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 real son I'm I'm 'bout to stick Slick for all that old school shit Right now I'm and when I get like this I don't think About to Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun a gun snatch his piece then run nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
I'll catch P and The Shocker right after the Grammies And Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog I it out Been 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 Brat with 'em, had his gat with him DMX wanna get well you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his shit did I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get capped coroners 'em up Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this Did you ever think that you would have hits? Did you ever that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep stickin' until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for half cash like Robyn Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you feelin' this? Then for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
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?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel 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
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd Rapper 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