Lyrics:
something you can bet that I won't let nothing get in my way
Lil' Rob here to stay, but it won't stay this way
That's what you say, ok, pone, orale, orale,
with my mask, all day and night
You know I got a Glock on
Me with a laser sight
That lil nigga tried to cross me
We gon take his life
I do not know me
onnat
Wha ay
Lil bitch yea I'm onnat
Huh yee
Lil bitch yea we onnat
It's a blick up
It's a blick up
Niggas rob you for yo shit
It's a stick up
Run that
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
new lil lil lil lil lil fuckin bitch
Ready know I hit a liq
I ain't hitting those type liqs
But I'm drinking on that liq
Yeah drinking on that liq
Yeah
the club she don't use no rubber
When we fuck don't use no rubber
Lil bitch freak nasty told me put that in her stomach
PYT I had to hit that with no rubber
too
Smoking kush my problem
Sipping bottles of liq too
Let's stick together all the crazy shit we been through
Run straight to the guap
Show you what
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we together
Know you don't really need my help
But together we make it better
Said I'm a movement by
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
& white
Consumed with an endless bloody fight
Unable to breathe and just unite
While they rob us all
In plain sight
Cuz together
We can win
Trade these
Ferron again.
Teaming up with Del.
BPD ma man.
This life is short.
But I can't imagine you're gone too soon mama.
That's the life we live by.
We all
His story, my story, yo story
We can pour'em all up together and make a big story
His story, my story, yo story
We can pour'em all up together
you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
bitch like Madden
I was just trappin and then i started Rapping these niggas be cappin
Lil nigga what happened
You not bout the action
I pull up on him
Young nigga could have died I ain't playing
Young nigga survived by chance
Thank god im alive when I'm praying
Swear to god I'll ride for my fam
Hope
to set me up one time
I left my car, came back, and my car wasn't right
I seen my door cracked open, and I lost my mind
Me and 'lil D was gon' rob her, but
to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Shorty you different a whole nother level
I was fucked up and you got me together
You held me up when I was down
right by my side you know you
trouble
A playa just wanna kick back with my gators off
And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme, standin' my ground, never back down
trouble
A playa just wanna kick back with my gators off
And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme, standin' my ground, never back down
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