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Rob, B.R.
Rob, B.R.

I am about to set the record
(The famous)
99 man
Time to let them man

Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's or be killed
My skillz leavin' them on ice
Like when I flash my steel
They can't touch, won't touch, never

Driving around the toasty whip, never bust
Puffin like fiends, I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight with the gleam
My

Full of cut throats with enough notes to a fuckin' book
Take a good fucking at these bad guys
madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don't to die

On some humble shit, I am on rumble shit
it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his

On the streets black good like all state, ya all
got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick at ya service

My Curtis squeeze gats to celliums
I make it where you escape the parra bedlams
I tell some, live ya life Puff did
I did enough biz, ask any body, I am kid

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Yo, yo, I put a in the air
For the hearing impaired, if you're this fear
Than your it cleared
Man I with bod, got put on the job

question it to stars, I'ma put 'em in saw
Straight gate, I suggest you
When I shake, they feel in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter,

Off the liquor, towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard, it hard, I pick the card
Any card any I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I God

You think you got it all together, get it ripped
Man you stand the heat, stay up outta the street
Nigga turn police 'cause shot up his jeep
I like mad, don't make me bald

So I want it all, fuck had, make me laugh
By all means, get this money, it's all
It's all good and I wished that would
Man fuck that, security ya to tuck that

Now up that, now that you see lux at
I got the game by the balls and I get all
So if you play to I put the shit on pause

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

Rob, we are
Rob, uh, uh
Rob, we are
Rob, uh uh

B.R.
B.R.

Bad boy, nigga, Harlem
Alumni, the one guy
The gun die, day one
Stories, Black 99

Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby on
I think I'm to feel something here
We baby, bad boy
Bad boy