Lyrics:
champ by T.K.O. WHAT
Lil Kim and Black Rob, Dame espacio
Man back up off me Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio that means give me
don't feel me 'cause I'm just a project baby
At Lil Marcus house, I used to hide all my tools (Stash all my gats)
Swipin' EBT so we could buy all the food
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
move they as flaw as it get
I'll rob you put the squad
Introvert by nature not that i don't like people I'm just kind of throwed off
Feel like everybody
gets slaughtered
If you ain't Nas, Eminem or fuckin' S dot Carter
I tie up your wife, pull out my dick jack it off, kiss the knife
Before I cut her, take
Hood on my back and I came in the clutch
Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (Von)
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor,
cheat, steal, lie for the money
Rob, murder, cheat, steal, lie for the money
Story of my uncle Gregory
Growing up with no dad to see
His grandmother had
dare you say something
Better say out of my way
When you see a boy Hunting (I dare you)
Y'all done piss me off
Now it's time to
Put in work son
Rob
[Lil' Rob]
This is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my time
To kick the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine
as she making me filthy rich
[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
see my goons
I keep a couple killers round me cause I don't really fuck with a whole lot of dudes
Wanna rob me well I might rob you but wen you see me
see me, you gon' see my goons
I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
'Cause I won't really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
You won't rob me but I
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man
It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than Folgers
I
put that on reverend
Been a grown man since age 11 (11)
Mind on the guap since 7 (7)
Rest in peace to my homie Kevin
I admit it, I admit, I admit
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, lil' hoe, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then jump off
deep into my mind
I took 7 hits off that bud called kind
Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin
Here I go again, man, my mind's boggling
I'ma get you so
the cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
Tha lights got cut off at my
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll take you off the map
Lil nigga
Yeen ain't gettin no money
Get
Head Go Head make ya body move
Go Head Go Head make ya body move
[Lil Rob]
I grab my levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags
"damn!" yeah this is murder close
My lil shooters don't say much always lookin' they just blazed up
Straight up off the block full of gangstas
All I got
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