Lyrics:
a G to get a job
So I'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan
Used to read The Source
Now all
em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath
It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
to jam) oh yeah
I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
Door bell rang, who could it be?
Thought to myself
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
the gold tooth display
Check out the odometer and I was on my way
'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter
helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here
Hpnotiq to get you erotic
And then I take you somewhere exotic
Where we can blow chronic
A full clip for a lil drama
You know I ain't a hoe
Snap
(your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
[Black Rob]
I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
despise her by the dawn of another day
But there's the sun and I don't hate her even after everything she's done
I convince myself I'd get her off my
bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a nigga get violent
I got bad bitches and they come with whylin'
Ayy, I see a motherfucker smilin'
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
I'm so
twenty millis
We drive a Lambo through the city
I think I'm Rambo with the semi
I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on
They think I'm still
a prayer with you
But I done prayed and prayed night and day
I still can't seem to find my way
Rob that ain't nothing but the devil telling you
That
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
(Zaytoven)
Haan (haan)
It's Gucci (it's Gucci) (uh)
Haan (haan) (alright)
I feel like Scarface, I'ma rob Frank and buy a Frank Muller (damn)
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' to you
Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want to stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talking to you)
Fuck nigga you
(Aye call lil homie to the stage the one got that Color Money)
Trappin for the color money
Make it happen for the color money
305 nigga
You know
niggas in the streets, I call it a feast
Twenty million I can see and all in a week (boss)
We only on the yachts with tequila shots (huh)
It's only
your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
I think I'm in whiplash
I'm losing it mixing ammonia and bleach
I get off at Pico and sell my
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
life of crime
Now see, I'll be quick to call it
You can practice on my wallet
And that way if you're caught, you won't do time".
Yeah, just rob me!
her girlfriend
I just wanna get them both up out of here
Fast as I can on them dubs to the crib
Start off with my game and pop a lil bub
And have
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