The art of getting 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 that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook a deal If my record don't I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight the street These industry niggaz startin' to look like to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit When I apply pressure, son it even funny I'm about to stick for some of that Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga 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 him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I mean now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein' in An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as I'd rob ODB but be a waste of time Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got to live for Don't want no nigga 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 protect you I been skeamin' on Tone and since they found me Steve not to wear that platinum 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 don't to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
ain't serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will and Jada 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 that's why his ass Don't wanna be a 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 you tell homey I'm on that shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I rob Clue man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell I hit the studios, take shit and Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for funny ass rings Tell gimme the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that boy on MTV Cannibus battle while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get capped pickin' 'em up Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be rich? Did you ever think 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 I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to stick C That nigga still eatin' off Big's LP I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you feelin' this? Then wait for the I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
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?
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin'
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd Rapper fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we get you whether you like it or not