Lyrics:
Joey, you want one?
I've been runnin' off on plugs
I need to rob another one
I've been rubbin' off on all these niggas
'cause they steal the sauce
Striking out?
Well count me in
I'm gonna stand right by your side through thick or thin
Ain't no doubt
Gonna win
A walk through hell ain't bad
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Spin on the low, go drop a bag and get a nigga buried
Lil' bro send shots out through your car, he think he Stephen
other way
Nigga!
Every day you wake up your destiny depends on what you do
Sometimes I roll up when I'm stressed out and sometimes I roll two
Here people
sold drugs, finna rob me a nigga cause I ain't got no love
And I ain't got no qualification for no career move, people up in corporate america probably
shorty
Pullin' up in that four-door Maybach truck, with my lil' shorty (shorty)
Beat it if I wanna, I don't talk, I don't do no barkin' (no barkin')
in every way
It's your love I cling to
When things slip away
Take your love away
I'll be lost and alone
No reason for living
All purpose would be
Romeo
Sitting out on his own
Oh poor Romeo
Romeo he like to put it around
He was everybody's friend
But in the end even Romeo found
On no one
me cause I write the truth
No I would never lie to you
But it was never fine to lose you
And what a way to find out
It never came from my mouth
rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around
troubles but here I stand
They're trying to cure me with nicotine and whiskey
Watching their faces passing me by
There's no need to follow
Look into
to the money like a bank rob
They be looking at me funny like a face job
Wether if I'm lookin bummy or my lace tied
Figured if I want this money imma stay tired
[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
a surprise to me)
And you suppose to be one of the guys pussy nigga Nawwww(one of the guys)
Chorus:
They'll do you for a lil bit of fame, Rob you for a lil
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never thought it'd be
[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
landmarks that said I was there
Led to positions by stern faced leaders
Who never let one smile depart from their face
Then with an arm raise
She don't wanna leave (yuh)
Let me sleep in peace (yuh)
My nigga's rob big B's
Like they little tee's (yuh)
Never solo in the cut, I be toted up (ay)
Lil Mama be your girlfriend
Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me
No way, no way, no, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your
[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
From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, Smith and Wessen, Luga and Rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
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