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 I'ma with a deal If my record don't sell rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the These niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll 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 up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to stick Bobby for of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get 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 tell him, "Tell man Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of Probably have to clap him, run and toss the I'd follow Fox in the drop for four Plottin' to juice her for that rock Kurupt What Jigga just like 4 mil? He got somethin' to live for want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke they found me Steve know not to that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass I'll rob Pun without a gun his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy the Like you the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been robbin' Joe that's 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 get down well you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I rob Clue man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell I hit the studios, take shit and Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the before I empty three
I'll beat ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' up Nigga get capped coroners 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think that you would be this Did you think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit it's mine? I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Bivins
Catch Tyson for that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm to stick Mister C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
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?
ain't serious Being broke can make you 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'? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it down It don't matter if you an industry or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents ain't around
Track Masters fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch your backs, watch your book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not