The art of getting is how we do Brooklyn style boy You know I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is crook with a deal If my don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight 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 wake up early and bounce with all shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my nine Since 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 only excuse for being broke is bein' in An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four Plottin' to her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' through that Bentley Coupe door man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit me I'm a nah for real son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I think About to make J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece 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 nigga?
This ain't broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound you gimme 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 with '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 should rob Clue man, his did well I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them ass rings Tell Sticky the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off shine Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever that you would have these hits? Did you think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep stickin' niggas until I'm I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that cash Robyn Givens I'm hungry for I'm 'bout to stick Mister C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' People
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Track Masters ain't fuckin' Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Rapper ain't fuckin' around So watch backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not