Black Rob - B. R. Lyrics
F/ g-depBlack rob, brBlack rob, brI am about to set the record straight (the worlds famous)Its 99 man time to let them know manVerse one:Yo aiyo yo yoIts kill or be killedMy skillz leavin them chilled on iceLike twice when I flash my steelThey cant touchWont touchNever touchDriving around with the toastly whip, never bustPuffin dust like fiendsI mean I want green ya shiftyCop the big eight fifty with the gleamMy teamFull of cut throats with enough notes to write a *****in bookTake a good *****ing look at these bad guysStay madd fly, madd highIn the ford expidie and I dont expect to dieOn some humble shitI am on some rumble shitWhen its on you should see the shit I come through withIf you scared by dog release the four by foursI heard the fagot ass don died and he shit in his drawsOn the streets black good like allstate ya all fakeJust got paid but ***** it I want some more cakeYa faith, in my handNow ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya serviceMy brother curtis squezze gats to celliumsI make it where you cant escape the parra bedlumsI tell some, live ya life like puff didI did enough biz ask any body I am rough kidChorus:Black rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack robVerse two: g-depYo, yoI put a finger in the airFor the hearing impairedIf youre hearin this fearThan your hearing it clearedMan I ***** with bod, got put on the jobDont question it to stars, ima putem in sawStraight gateI suggest you vacateWhen I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight statesOh trait, off the richter, drunkOff the liquorShot towards you misterOff course it hit you hardIt gets hard, I pick the cardAny card any problem ima hit your squadEyes on the shapar when I twisted godYou think you got it all togetherGet it ripped apartMan you cant stand the heatStay up outta the streetNigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeepI subtract like madDont make me bladSo I want it all, ***** hadDont make me laughBy all meansGet this money its all greenIts all goodAnd I wished that yall wouldMan ***** that, security told ya to tuck thatNow up that, now that you see where lux atI got the game by the ballsAnd I get all callsSo if u play to much I put the shit on pauseBlack rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack rob uh-uhBlack rob we areBlack robBrBrBad boy niggaHarlem underworldAlumniThe one guyThe gun dieDay oneLife storiesBlack 99Life storiesIm here 1999 baby its onI think Im about to feel something hereWe here babyBad boyBad boy
