The art of getting This is how we do style 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 crook with a deal If my record sell I'ma rob and steal You better nigga 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 ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B,
And I'll wake up early and with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of Whitney money McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin' starin' the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now I right now"
The only for being broke is bein' in jail An can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks Plottin' to juice her for that Kurupt copped What just sold like 4 mil? 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 ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you I been on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that ass mink rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me
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 to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and ass down in Miami Run up on and Missy the pound you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass Don't be a playa 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 man, his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell I hit the studios, take and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty
beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna while I'm stickin' them up get capped coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and off your shine Did you ever think you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have hits? Did you ever think I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit it's mine? I'ma stickin' niggas until I'm livid rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had enuff I told him, "Gimme more" Is you this? Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
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?
This ain't broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it down It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 ain't fuckin' around
Track Masters ain't fuckin' Cat ain't fuckin' around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' So watch backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not