The art of getting 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 wanna OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the industry niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to stick for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my nine these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Betha, haha, come up of that 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 of time Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four Plottin' to juice her for rock Kurupt copped Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since found me Steve know not to wear that shit around me I'm a nah for real 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 like this I think to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
This 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
This serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the And Will Smith and 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 before why his ass Don't be a playa no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell I'm on that shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his shit did I wanna TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll beat your ass that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm 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 but love for ya" Caught for his Cash Money piece Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these Did you ever think that I'd the nine? And walk off with your shit like mine? I'ma keep stickin' until I'm livid I'll rob II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to Mister C That nigga still 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 feelin' this? Then wait for the I gotta get Kirk for robbin' Gods People
ain't serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel 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 nigga or a 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 ain't fuckin' The Rapper ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not