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of shooters on the pay roll

Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters?
Aye man what?
Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by

View Lyrics: Mic Rob ~ No Love Feat. Ren Rose
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Viewing lyrics for Mic Rob ~ No Love Feat. Ren Rose by MiC RoB. 

REN 
THERE AIN'T NO

Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My

the waist down

We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our business if them jealous
Niggas fuck with us
We go to war bust if we must, plus
Handle our

and get on top hat
Aye go tell that lil rapper or who ever the fuck he is in Louisiana
Stand down he know he ain't bout that
Clean up on 38th
Youngin with

brag about the times we had
Tired of the downs but I stayed up like an insomniac
Nothing in this life for free
Something in this life for me
Sat me down

down 
N***as try rob us 
We gunning shit down 
Cause these n***as know 
That we stay with the pounds 
Use to buy dimes 
I don't do it now 
I shop by

letting nobody knock down my hustle
I’m gonna ride I ain’t letting nobody knock down my hustle
I’m gonna fly
Let’s ride Let’s ride let’s ride
R.O.B
They say

bitches boolin by the pool and hella top shotters got 'em tuning
Oh my god let me slow down, I'm really zooming
Let me go Chevy Spark on this motherfucker

And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one

That Box

Tech N9ne

Misery Loves Kompany

2007

?that box? tech n9ne
Turn me up a little bit louder rob, 'cause I want all the ass shakers to feel this shit yadda mean, tech n9ne
Ha, check it out,

I'm Still Riding Like That

Lil Rob

Neighborhood Music

2004

[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in

still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock 
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about

Tryna get rich off this lil rap shit, but I really don't know just how I'ma do it
Don't nobody ever go and listen to me unless I go and say how I

ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her

stayed toe to toe with her vocal gymnastics. She's shocked. And she asks someone, Go get Rob. Rob walks in and she says, check this girl out and we start

also been down
Go and ask your bitch who's running this town
If they ask where I'm from hit em with the 1-3
Lado Eastside still mobbing 20 deep
Homie old

to his body, 9 in his head
Transgressions paid in full by blood, Lil Red was dead
Street code is the shit that we live by
Transgressions is something that

probably rob yo people
Yeah I slime with my bro yea I'm with my people
Bitch I hit up yo block with that desert eagle
And I had to gang bang like lil Wayne

Money on the Couch

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

rolls up in the caddy,
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
Nigga Russ was up in

the center ring
And their lies don't mean a thing
Why don't you let me try

[Lil' Rob]
You come to my town like once every week
And I can't sleep, cuz

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it
Get caught, just stick to the code (uh-huh)
Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know

out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his