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 bottom line is I'ma with a deal If my record don't sell rob and steal You better nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin' to like somethin' to eat snatch Kim and tell 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 all your shit When I pressure, son it ain't even funny I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga Have Keith sweatin' 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 excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but be a waste of time Probably have to him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped Jigga just sold like 4 mil? 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 been on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm I'm 'bout to stick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece run nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
ain't 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?
I'll P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog I it out Been robbin' Joe before why his ass Don't 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 get down well 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, shit and leave Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV wanna battle 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 your Did you ever think that you be this rich? Did you ever think that you would these hits? Did you think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like mine? I'ma keep stickin' niggas I'm livid I'll rob II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Givens I'm hungry for real I'm to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole on the floor He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
This 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 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 what I'm Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes It don't if you an industry nigga or a regular 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 ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch everybody on the train, everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not