How to Rob (feat. Madd Rapper)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is, boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do, Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying? R.I.P. B.I.G. (I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo) Nigga, R.I.P. P.A.C (this is how it feels how to rob a industry nigga, yo) R.I.P., enough of that shit, it's time to O.D (don't take this shit serious) (Though, we just bugging the fuck out) one time (But y'all can take it how you want it, word) Ayo, the bottom line is, I'm a 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 niggas is starting to look like something to eat I snatch Kim, tell Puff, "You wanna see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM" I have dreams of fucking a 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 the nigga anytime Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my .9 Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man" Mason Betha, ha-ha Come up off that watch now, I mean right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (yeah) Probably have to clap him, run and toss the .9 I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold, like four mill'? He got something to live for (uh-huh) Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll manhandle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground You ain't with Tommy no more, who gon' protect you now?" I been scheming 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 rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece and run (uh-huh) This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son? Huh? This ain't serious (uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (word) So we rob and steal, so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (uh-huh) So we rob and steal, so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga? I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down" I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (uh-huh) That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah) Had Da Brat with 'em, should've had his gat with 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 wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, take niggas' jewels and leave (uh-huh) Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (what?) Tell Sticky, "Give me the cash before I empty three I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV" Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, ay, nigga, I saw you He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a backstreet 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 .9 And walk off with your shit like it's mines? I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (yeah) I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee That nigga still eating off Big first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough, I told him, "Gimme some more" If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel (yeah, ah, yeah) I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what! (Let's go, yo) This ain't serious (uh-huh) Being broke can make you delirious (word) So we rob and steal, so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son) This ain't serious (uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (uh-huh) So we rob and steal, so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga? Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying? And for real, you know what I'm saying Niggas just got to get stuck up, yo, that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you a industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really don't matter, if you got it and I need it, I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down 50 Cent ain't fucking around Trackmasters ain't fucking around Crazy Cat ain't fucking around The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around You know what I'm saying? So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses 'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not