The art of robbed This is how we do Brooklyn boy You what I'm sayin'?
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 record don't sell rob and steal You recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna 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 shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Keith sweatin' starin' down the barrel from my nine Since these 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 mean now"
The only excuse for being broke is in jail An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of Probably have to clap him, run and the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to for want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they me Steve know not to wear platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
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 industry
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
I'll P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Run up on Timberland and Missy the Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog I it out Been robbin' Joe that's why his ass wanna be a playa 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 that Treach shit, I do my all by my lonely I should rob man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them 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 Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off shine Did you ever that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would these hits? Did you ever think that I'd the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma keep stickin' niggas 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 'bout to stick C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? wait for the sequel I gotta get Franklin for robbin' Gods People
This ain't 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 ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it 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 matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin'
Track Masters ain't fuckin' Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch pocket book, watch your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not