The art of getting This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know what I'm
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P that wanna OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better nigga I'm straight from the street These industry startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' down the from my nine these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein' in An entertainer can't bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock Kurupt What Jigga just sold like 4 He got somethin' to live for Don't want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to that platinum shit around me I'm a nah for real son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like I don't think About to Stevie J take off that tight ass mink rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon me son?
ain't serious Being broke can make you So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
ain't serious Being broke can 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 Silk The Shocker right after the And Will Smith and Jada ass 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 wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him DMX get down well you tell homey I'm on that shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob 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 Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
I'll beat your ass like white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up get capped coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to his shit, nigga 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 it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have hits? Did you ever think that I'd the nine? And walk off with your shit it's mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods
This serious Being broke can 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 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 stuck up that's how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a nigga It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin'
Track Masters fuckin' around Crazy Cat fuckin' around The Madd ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch pocket book, watch your pockets everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not