Lyrics:
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
you wantin me
Stand in the back in the front of me
This shit get crazy lil baby
Just watch my side
This shit get crazy lil baby
Just watch my side
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
And unloaded on the whole front row
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie
Lil' homies on the ride
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
wanna rob
Where they do that at
Toolie on my side
So yo life you won't get it back
My bitch she say I'm tripping
Don't know how to act
Tell that bitch I'm
My boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pound, oh, I mean, I shake his hand
He's
I'm flyer than a motherfucker
Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was
My boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pound, oh, I mean, I shake his hand
He's
rewind it back to what Joey Crack said
He said Lil Mo and Vita look like crackheads
Caught them dusty in front of the Garden
Told Ja to feed them
Ayy, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here, man
R.I.P. them niggas, haan
Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
don't diss them haters, fuck that get back bitch I play fair (grrr)
Front line had my face there (face there)
You went your way, I stayed there (why?)
when I hit it from the back she crying out Molly
I don't do no handouts, you ain't by my side less you here when I started
She in love with a goddamn
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
boy, I only smoke blunts
Chopper on my side, I don't got it in the trunk
Turn around, bitch, I don't wanna see your front
Hit it from the back (ayy),
It's time to ride
Front, back, side to side
Corner and pancake
Haha, make my car shake shake
My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps
Hydraulics,
Jay-Z I went through hard knocks
This block front they all shot
Auntie came in the trap with smallpox
They gon' find percs in my autopsy
I will rob
a body before a nigga rob me
Ask about the two last niggas that try me got me smoking on lil Rico and lil Bobby
I’m affiliated with the rolling 60 so
(Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, fresh!
[T.I.]
T.I.P., hey!
I know a lot
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
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