Letra de How To Rob
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Y'all know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style, boy, you know what I'm saying? R.I.P. B.I.G (I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo) Nigga, R.I.P. P.A.C (this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga) R.I.P., enough of that shit, it's time to O.D, one time (don't take this shit 'cause we just buggin' the fuck out) But y'all could take it how you want it, wordAyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin' to look like somethin' to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an RnB bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shitWhen I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm 'bout 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 nowThe only excuse for being broke is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB, but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him run and toss the .9 I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like four milli, got something to live for (uh-huh) Don't want no nigga puttin' four thru that Bentley Coupe doorI'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more, who gon' protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto, nah, for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son? (Uh, yeah, Madd Rapper, yo)This ain't serious (uh-huh) Being broke can make you delirious (word) So, we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob and industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (uh-huh) Being broke can make you delirious (uh-huh) So, we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob and industry nigga?I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy with the pound Like, "You, gimme the cash, you put the hot dog down" I figured it out, niggas been robbin' Joe before (uh-huh) That's why his ass don't wanna be a playa no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah!) Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat with himDMX wanna get down, well, you tell homie I'm 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 ain't sell I hit the studios, take niggaz shit and leave (uh-huh) Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings (what?) Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTVCannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up Fuck the can get capped coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, aye, 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 backstreet in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shineDid you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the .9? And walk off with your shit like it's mine?I'ma keep stickin' niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real, I'm 'bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin' off Big's 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, what? (Uh, yeah, Madd Rapper, here we go y'all)This ain't serious (uh-huh) Being broke can make you delirious (word) So, we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob and industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (uh-huh) Being broke can make you delirious (uh-huh) So, we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob and industry nigga?Yo, yo, for real son, this The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying? And for real, you know what I'm sayin'? Niggas just gotta get stuck up, yo, that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really don't matter if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down50 Cent ain't fuckin' around, Trackmasters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' around, The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' around You know what I'm saying? 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