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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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Ready on the left, ready on the right
Yo, BR, what up my dog What up, okay Yo kick that thing you kicked in the studio Aight, yeah yo, what's that joint? (Intro) Round town, I'm bound shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down Round town, I'm bound shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down (Verse One) And that's how we approach these faggots Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans I'm the uptop gangsta, the star in the hood One of the few mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge Fam, that was 9-5, man fuck the past See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man (Chorus One) He's Black Rob, he's okay Play and you'll get robbed today (Verse Two) Ya'll know how I'm coming through the Source Awards "Somebody's jewels got jacked," man it must've been yours Ya'll dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth Ya'll ain't sell no records, made no cash yet Fuck dude, cause my niggas is goons in every aspect And don't get beside yourself A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man (Chorus Two) He's Black Rob, he's a thug Fuck with him you'll get fucked up (Verse Three) Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (*kiss noise*) Or get smart, read books by Nostradomus Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics I seen green, more green than the Sonics More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard The 9-mil stalk, I walk up on a nigga Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr) (Chorus Three) He's Black Rob, he's our friend (???) is back again (Verse Four) Aw man, ya'll niggas done got me hype That's it, we fit the same stereotype If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too Yeah, man, notice I said "We," she's a J-U-M-P Man, off top, fam, I got figures In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true) (Chorus Four) He's Black Rob, he's our man If he can't do it, NO ONE CAN! (Verse Five) Yeah, bout to put the whole game on smash Alumni, I put the whole name on smash After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty Who's your man, cause they can't make a JC Penney Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious Black attacks like a pit bull - vicious It's goin down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground It's uptown, holla at your man Ready on the left...ready on the right |
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(Hook)
B.L.A.C.K.R.O.B. I got a, freaky, freaky, freaky lil flow Lock the town like Fidel Castro Went straight to jail, did not pass go (Aiyyo Black can we ask you a question?), no Now back to live action, dust my shoulders off on this track, I'm just practicing And I ain't even at my maximum, imagine if I was, this is for the love Ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages You're about to go on a ride with the wild and outrageous So buckle your seatbelts, my heat's felt All in the ghetto, the dominator, Darth Vader creator Officializing, signed and sealed, dot delivered Minute, if he don't get no bigger We never left, naw, we took a break off You all tucked in? We about to take off (Hook) Now there's a rumor being spread about me and the team And a couple wild brothers outta 115 Y'all might not have heard it, some cat got murdered Now everybody walking around all shady nervous I ain't sweatin that, bout to do a show in San Antonio (Then what?), then fly back home I calls guy on the phone, they had a car at the airport Somethin with a chick chaffeur, butt naked in the full length fur It's on and popping, work it baby ain't no stopping Bad Boy is in the building, honeys catching feeling Now we rated number one, now, sales through the ceiling People had faith in Rob I'm on that and run the point like Jason (Kidd), god It's one thing to be all hood I guess its safe to say, (what?), so far so good Black (Hook) Downtown we winding down, last call for alcohol Scoop up your girl You've never seen this before, that's a Bentely Four Fresh out the store, this should be against the law Party don't stop, can't stop, won't stop Hit the bootlegger, pint of Rock And I'm a get smart through the hollerin Long as she doin less talkin and more swallowin Now Black is what they hollerin out in the east How he won't go away like permanent crease And this is how I murder the streets A lotta dudes is mad when I'm just trying to get a bite to eat I dont care if yall just two-step to do the hustle This is New York rapping, bring me some New York muscle See me in the club, its nothin but love Love the way I position myself to rise above Black (Hook) One more time baby (Repeat Hook) |
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They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin you
Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o-w? It's no act yo, no This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums, like tobacco On the F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop Fuck five-0 niggaz too grimey to stop All we came to do was tear up the spot think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not? I'm the one man army, the one hand on the tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card A lotta shit I do is off the hard and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain't got nothin to prove Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools And remember this rule: don't fuck with niggaz that ain't fuckin with you So when you're home with nothin to do Just get comfortable, cause they ain't doin nothin to you And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop And my sole purpose is makin you dance ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!" Now she backstage hand in my pants I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin? Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin The average nigga walk around here sad get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass Get home, she ain't there, bitch musta mashed And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash Shoulda known it Me, I could never condone it Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it She got some bitch niggaz involoved, they be in cars That used to shoot dice in back of the ?m rob? All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors If I dont know you do me no favors And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south Nigga front we airin him out Old timer said "Don't leave the label 'til you're paid And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave" Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge So go ahead front for us, we savage It's war, consider this collateral damage And we even did some joints in spanish We control the entire zone and punks sayin ?bi amon? that explains why I'm not home That explains why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown |
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Order, order, has the jury reached a verdict?
Yes, we have Your Honor In the case of the people of the state of New York Versus Robert Ross, we find the defendant |
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