How to Rob

[Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-see, R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz is startin to look like somethin to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?" Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit When I apply pressure,son it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel of my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can't make bail he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for Don't want a nigga puttin four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Case like "Dude get on the ground You ain't with Mary no more where you getting chips from now?? I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son? [Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob an industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I figured it out Niggas been robbin Joe before that's why his ass don't want to be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX want to get down or will you tell on me I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+ I should rob Clue man his shit did well I want to stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios take niggas shoes and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus want to battle while I'm stickin them up Fuck a cab the coroners pickin em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, hey nigga I saw ya He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livin I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm bout to stick Mister see That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] (chorus) For real yo you know what I'm sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin around Track Masters ain't fuckin around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not.