Madd Rapper (The)
How To Rob
[Madd Rapper]The art of getting robbedThis is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?[50 Cent]R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-see, R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to ODAiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a dealIf my record don't sell I'ma rob and stealYou better recognize nigga I'm straight from the streetThese industry niggaz is startin to look like somethin to eatI'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?"Dance your ass down to the nearest ATMI have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitchBut I wake up early and bounce with all her shitWhen I apply pressure,son it ain't even funnyI'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney moneyBrian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytimeHave Keith sweatin starin down the barrel of my nineSince these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be famI put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your manMason Betha, haha, come up of that watch nowI mean right now"The only excuse for being broke is bein in jailAn entertainer can't make bail he broke as hellI'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of timeProbably have to clap him run and toss the nineSongtexteI'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocksPlottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt coppedWhat Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live forDon't want a nigga puttin four through that Bentley Coupe doorI'll man handle Case like "Dude get on the groundYou ain't with Mary no more where you getting chips from now??I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found meSteve know not to wear that platinum shit around meI'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sickI'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shitRight now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't thinkAbout to make Stevie J take off that tight ass minkI'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then runThis nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2xThis ain't seriousBeing broke can make you deliriousSo we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger50 Cent how it feel to rob an industry nigga?[50 Cents]Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the GrammiesAnd Will Smith and Jada ass down in MiamiRun up on Timberland and Missy w/the poundLike you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog downI figured it out Niggas been robbin Joe before that's why his ass don't want to be a playa no moreMad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with himDMX want to get down or will you tell on meI'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+I should rob Clue man his shit did wellI want to stick TQ but his shit ain't sellI hit the studios take niggas shoes and leaveCatch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass ringsTell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty threeIll beat your ass like that white boy on MTVCannibus want to battle while I'm stickin them upFuck a cab the coroners pickin em upHeavy tried to hide his shit, hey nigga I saw yaHe said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money pieceTold him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeepOne 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 nine?And walk off with your shit like it's mine?I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livinI'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael BivinsCatch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn GivensI'm hungry for real I'm bout to stick Mister seeThat nigga still eatin off Big's first LPI had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floorHe asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequelI gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People[Madd Rapper] (chorus)For real yo you know what I'm sayin?Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes downIt don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular niggaIt don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it50 Cents ain't fuckin aroundTrack Masters ain't fuckin aroundCrazy Cat ain't fuckin aroundThe Madd Rapper ain't fuckin aroundSo watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pocketsWatch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the busCause we gonna get you whether you like it or not.
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