- 50 Cent how to Rob 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- (Madd Rapper)
You know who this is boi 4 real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boi you know what Im sayin?
(50 Cent)
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is Ima crook with a deal
If my record dont sell Ima rob and steal
You better recognize nigga Im straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
Ill snatch Kim and tell Puff, 'You wanna see her again?'
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And Ill wake up early and bounce with all da shit
When I apply pressure, son it aint even funny
Im about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down at the barrel of my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, 'Tell your man '
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now'
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer cant make bail if he broke as hell
Id rob ODB but thatd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
Id follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 milli, got something to live for
Dont want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
Ill man handle Mariah like 'Bitch get on the ground'
You aint withTommy no more who you gettin chipz from now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
Im a klepto nah for real son Im sick
Im bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now Im bent and when I get like this I dont think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
Ill rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
(Madd Rapper)(Chorus) 2x
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
(50 Cents)
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you! gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before thats why his ass
dont wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you Im robbin J.D., FUCK YOU! PAY ME!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
Im on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit aint sell
I hit the studios take niggaz shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while Im stickin them up
Fuck the can get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to saw ya
He said 'Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!'
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, 'Even my gold teeth?'
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that Id flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like its mine?
Ima keep stickin niggas until Im livid
Ill rob Boys II Men like Im Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
Im hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Bigs first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
(Madd Rapper)
(chorus)
For real yo you know what Im sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up thats just how it goes down
It dont matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It dont matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents aint fuckin around
Track Masters aint fuckin around
Crazy Cat aint fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
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