The art of robbed This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P that wanna 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 from the street These industry niggaz startin' to like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You see her again?" Get your ass down to the ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your I apply pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith sweatin' down the barrel from my nine these Harlem World niggaz 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 only for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time have 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 sold 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga four through that Bentley Coupe door man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit 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 like this I think About to make Stevie J take off tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This serious Being can make 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 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 Shocker right after the And Will and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound Like you the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out robbin' Joe before that's why his ass Don't be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down 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 and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece him I want 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 off your shine Did you think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And walk off with shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men I'm Michael 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 first LP I had Busta and the whole on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you feelin' Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' People
ain't serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
This serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
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 nigga or a regular nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Track ain't fuckin' around Cat ain't fuckin' around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not