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Black rob, BRBlack rob, BRI am about to set the record straight (The world's famous)It's ninety-nine, man Time to let them know, man[Black rob]Yo, aiyyo, yo, yoIt's kill or be killedMy skills leavin' them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steelThey can't touchWon't touch Never touchDriving around with the toasty whip; never bustPuffin' dust like fiendsI mean I want green; ya shiftyCop the big eight fifty with the gleamMy team full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin' bookTake a good fucking look at these bad guysStay mad fly, mad high In the Ford Expidie, and I don't expect to die On some humble shitI am on some rumble shitWhen it's on, you should see the shit I come through withSongtexteIf you scared, by dog, release the four by fours I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawersOn the streets, black; good like Allstate Y'all fakeJust got paid, but fuck it, I want some more cakeYa faith in my handNow ya nervous, man, and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squeeze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the para bedlams I tell some live ya life like Puff didI did enough biz; ask any body I am rough kid[Chorus]Black Rob we areBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob we areBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob we areBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob we areBlack Rob [G-Dep]Yo, yoI put a finger in the air For the hearing impairedIf you're hearin' this fearThen your hearing - it clearedMan, I fuck with bodGot put on the jobDon't question it to stars, I'm a put 'em in sawStraight gateI suggest you vacateWhen I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight statesOh, trait, off the RichterDrunk off the liquorShot towards you, misterOff course, it hit you hardIt gets hardI pick the cardAny card, any problem I'm a hit your squadEyes on the shaper when I twisted GodYou think you got it all togetherGet it ripped apartMan, you can't stand the heatStay up outta the streetNigga turn po-lice 'cause they shot up his jeepI subtract like madDon't make me badSo I want it all; fuck hadDon't make me laughBy all meansGet this money; it's all greenIt's all goodAnd I wished that y'all wouldMan, fuck that, security told ya to tuck thatNow up that, now that you see where 'lux atI got the game by the ballsAnd I get all callsSo if you play to much, I put the shit on pause[Chorus]BR BRBad Boy, niggaHarlem UnderworldAlumniThe one guyThe gun dieDay oneLife StoriesBlack ninety-nineLife StoriesI'm here; 1999, baby, it's onI think I'm about to feel something hereWe here, babyBad BoyBad Boy Aus Songtexte Mania