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for my bruda
Get money with my bruda
Rob a bank with my bruda
My bruda, my shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
My bruda, my shooter

All Night

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

off 
TASH, got the style that house any beanie bopper 
So check the time of clock while I rock the land 
"Hey ladies!" tell em whose in this jam

Turn me down a little bit more
Grrahh
Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance you slime

Cause being born with his life's like being born with a life sentence
Young niggas on that murder rob steal kill
And Lil baby drop it to the floor for

(Snitch niggas)
Keep a chopper like my name was Harley-Davidson (Boom boom)
See these chains on my neck, go 'head and rob it (Go 'head and rob it)
I put

don’t finish
They ain’t playing by no rules so why you think that you can bend it
Get a lil money they gon rob before you spend it
That’s why i can’t lend

They told me go hop on this beat
Okay cool got the heat in the seat
Ride with a strap and a glock by my feet
The best man won aint no questioning me

like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?

Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites

by my lonely then I'm slidin to the neck 
Yeah bitch aye we up the score niggas keep on talkin it's like 6 to 24 
Call my brotha rob cuz you know he

Pushing up on a treat
Somewhere in south Cobb
Coming from the east side
By the babies that rob
Tryna flex for a freak
Wit a kiddy on God
Wet wet wet
Like

Hopkins
Bitch curved me
I ain't cry i ran the bands up
That's on Mary--nah Deezo copped lil a lamb truck
Peanut butter AK
spread his body like some jam uh

my future lookin' bright his girl jam my music dat lil nigga tight
You think imma kill you then maybe I might i don't give a fuck Nd I know it ain't

wearin' that magical dress, that
Shit be see-through And I just put a three-five of that fuck
Nigga up in my wood Let a nigga come and try, and rob me, wish

aim off the noodle, they target me
Glock don't jam, this bitch up comfortably
Cop pulled up right when he tried to run from me
Let my ass go by

the fucking slammer
Cause you sold to a nigga on camera
Trying to flex for Instagram
Now you in the fucking jam
Now we looking at you like damn
Damn lil bruh

Back Up

Lil Rob

Neighborhood Music

2004

[Lil Rob]
Times are getting crazy holmes
Things are a lot different than they used to be homie
A lotta these foo's need to back the fuck up
You know?

Block Episode

Masta Ace

Disposable Arts

2001

shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way

Carol City

Rick Ross

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't

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

with you
Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright)
Gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit

bitch)
By the end of the night i did it right i prolly fucked your bitch now (lil bitch)

Who gone fold in that jam when they know niggas snitching 
Got

Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

The Diplomats

More Than Music, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

gorilla stitch 
40 years go by man still snitch 
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch 
No hammers that night Goddamn man 
It was amateur night I played

to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i