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Best of Lil Rob, Vol. 1 (Lil Rob) · Best Of Lil Rob & Mr. Sancho Super Mega Mix (Lil Rob) · Mel Tormé, Rob McConnell and the Boss Brass (Rob McConnell) · Rob Me Blind (Jay Brannan) · Robi-Rob's Boriqua Anthem (C+C Music Factory) · The Black Rob Report (Black Rob) · So Very Rob (Rob McConnell) · Rob Parton's Jazztech Big Band (Rob Parton) · Rob & Fab (Rob & Fab) · Rob McConnell Tentet (Rob McConnell) – and 90 other albums »


[Lil' Rob]
Hey Wuz Up, Lil' Rob and Shadow The Mayhem Click
Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin

[Mr. Shadow]
Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
caskets drop

[Verse Four: Lil' Rob]
It's the one lil' cholo, back before I go
Just thought that I let you know that you can never stop my flow
So I
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm
gets slaughtered
If you ain't Nas, Eminem or fuckin' S dot Carter
I tie up your wife, pull out my dick jack it off, kiss the knife
Before I cut her, take
Head Go Head make ya body move
Go Head Go Head make ya body move

[Lil Rob]
I grab my levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags
see my goons

I keep a couple killers round me cause I don't really fuck with a whole lot of dudes
Wanna rob me well I might rob you but wen you see me
gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil
The city that I represent talkin' all that shit
Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow scratchin' fools off
Hoes on my nob and I ain't got a job
I shine 'cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob
I shine, I shine 'cause I grind, I shine 'cause I grind
I
smoke!
And then they'll rob you broke!
I suppose you don't mind being robbed like that
So, my pretty thief and I started a family
My outlaw's been
oh, my little cowgirl

Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she
High in a tree on the top of the hill
By the light of the lonesome ol? moon
I hear the call of a lone whippoorwill
Singing his mournful tune

Way off
might o.d. off yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo' my enemies
Devil entered me my mind don't injury
I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty
Shawty tried me
fuckin up my life (dogg, man, this bitch....!) 
C'mon Ma, gimme a break!!

By now wasn't lookin too good
'cause she wasn't doin things that she told me
a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga
[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm
see me, you gon' see my goons

I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
'Cause I won't really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
You won't rob me but I
drenched 
My pockets is full of lead 
So, nigga, stay off tha ben 
I'm young with bad nerves 
Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this
The sunlight hits the corner of your eye
As it bounces off the morning sky
A summer in the 70s fly by
By

Daylight hits the corners of your mind
ki's of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
Pays 5 a piece
(Lil Wayne)
Every week
(Baby)
Just move it together
I'mma knock off my Lil section
You
champ by T.K.O. WHAT

Lil Kim and Black Rob, Dame espacio
Man back up off me Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio that means give me
You get down!

Man a nigga don't want no trouble
A player just want to kick back with my gators off
And watch my li'l Gull blow bubbles
But still
[Nas]
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime