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Black Rob F/ G-Dep Miscellaneous B.R. Black rob, BR Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo yo Its kill or be killed My skillz leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can't touch Won't touch Never touch Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust Puffin dust like fiends I mean I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book Take a good fucking look at these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble shit I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid Chorus: Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob Verse Two: G-Dep Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearing impaired If you're hearin this fear Than your hearing it cleared Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw Straight gate I suggest you vacate When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk Off the liquor Shot towards you mister Off course it hit you hard It gets hard, I pick the card Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god You think you got it all together Get it ripped apart Man you can't stand the heat Stay up outta the street Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad Don't make me blad So I want it all, fuck had Don't make me laugh By all means Get this money its all green It's all good And I wished that ya'll would Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now that you see where lux at I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if u play to much I put the shit on pause Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob BR BR Bad Boy Nigga Harlem Underworld Alumni The one guy The gun die Day one Life Stories Black 99 Life Stories I'm here 1999 baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby Bad Boy Bad Boy |
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