- onyx Rob and Vic 歌詞
- onyx
- *two gun shots*
It's a story about two brothers,
Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten
Apples of
New York City
This story takes place, in 1993
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch em up quick
If he scream,
I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to
SHUT HIM U
Pso I can dig him out
Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
If money speak, that explain the voices
I've been hearin
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo God he moved -- but
I liedDamn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me
I'ma slide[both]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
Chorus: *sung*
For the love of money, people will rob from each other
For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
Now everytime
I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid, every face
I see I think he after me
Supposedlywe was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest at -- we goin
Bogart!Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred
G's alone on his
Gold CardHis crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash at the house
Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
Anywayon our way there,
I'm feelin bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped headswith vicks that we stuck from way back, up on
AtlanticThe way them niggaz lookin
God they drivin mad frantic
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?I jump back and bust em
Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way
I feelIn a state to kill
I wanna watch him
DIEWait and chill
We got bigger fish to fry, two
L's laterin a
Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
Water hit the skull, ready
KICK THE D
OORoff the hinges
Bust shots right
Only thing
I saw was a nigga four-four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your lifeand tell me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairsto the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
Had to be at least 500
KNow hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the husband outand we went for self
ChorusYo, we fuckin came off!
WordThe plan was splendid'
Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
Shh, let's disappear
Yea yeaAnd be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
So we bounced out of town and went down to
MiamiCause most those cats we crabbed was like family
Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
It all started when all we had was just me and you
Now a whole different person is what
I'm startin to see in you'
Member when we had the new
Lexwith the two
Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin
StoutThinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right, with the snow whiteand in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, FUCK
THAT!You my little brother and we came out the same pussybut
I'ma kill you, you dummy, you
FUCKED UP
MY MONEY!Nah, the money fucked
YOU upTryin to say the money changed me?
What you think,
I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
What??!How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
Fuck that!
You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck
I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin down
SHITI'm tellin you let's just chill man
FUCK THAT
NIGGA!It don't gotta be this way man
WHAT NIGGA?
IT GOTTA B
E THIS WAY!
IT DON'T G
OTTA BE LI
KE THIS MA
N!IT GOTTA
BE NIGGA!T
HEN GO AHE
AD AND PUL
L THE TRIG
GER!!THINK
I WON'T? F
UCK YOU!YO
U KNOW YOU
AIN'T GON'
DO IT!FUCK
YOU! *gun blasts*
Chorus cont. with -
Don't let money change you.. - before fade
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