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| Black Rob Life Story Thug Story [Black Rob] Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go... Once upon a time not long ago when I was outta town movin work with Zo I used to bring my nigga B.R. and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock Once we kill Rob we takin over the block They did the job, but didnt suceed When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic Ran two blocks there was cops all over Then I dipped into the building ??? Banged on the door of apartment 83 Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me Ran to the roof like 'Fuck that sista' Ask an old man 'Can you help me mista?' Got to the roof clutchin my four-four open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?) Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all tattered Deep in my heart I wanted revenge but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And) Thats the way I gotta end this shit He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live Good night...good night Knock 'em out the box Black [Black Rob] I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up All thats on my mind is revenge revenge Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph Not knowin that he might get killed himself Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I. It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger Well in these times, well atleast to me No true niggas rollin come in sets of three And they won't stop rollin til you let them see All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves Barely out the crib caught one in the leg Couldn't even get my ??? had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize With some bad asian chick layin between my knees While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s Greastest hits, this was my latest shit Watch how niggas act when they play this shit This a lesson, shits for real no dressing No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live Good night...good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black Rob, the craziest presentation All you bitches Bad Boy, Life stories Alumni Crumbs, crumbs |
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