The art of robbed This is how we do style 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 with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better recognize I'm straight from the street industry 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 have of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce all your shit I apply pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have Keith sweatin' down the barrel from my nine Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now I right now"
The only for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What Jigga just sold like 4 He got somethin' to live for Don't want no puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a nah for real son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick 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 off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun a gun snatch his piece then run This weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
I'll catch P and The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and 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 before why his ass Don't wanna be a 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 well 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 ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll beat your ass that white boy on MTV Cannibus battle while 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 me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught for his Cash Money 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 get out and take off your shine Did you ever that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would these hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with shit like it's mine? I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? Then for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
This ain't Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
For real, yo, you what I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents fuckin' around
Track Masters ain't around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you you like it or not