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Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo yo Its kill or be killed My skillz leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can't touch Won't touch Never touch Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust Puffin dust like fiends I mean I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book Take a good fucking look at these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble shit I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid Chorus: Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob Verse Two: G-Dep Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearing impaired If you're hearin this fear Than your hearing it cleared Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw Straight gate I suggest you vacate When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk Off the liquor Shot towards you mister Off course it hit you hard It gets hard, I pick the card Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god You think you got it all together Get it ripped apart Man you can't stand the heat Stay up outta the street Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad Don't make me blad So I want it all, fuck had Don't make me laugh By all means Get this money its all green It's all good And I wished that ya'll would Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now that you see where lux at I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if u play to much I put the shit on pause Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob BR BR Bad Boy Nigga Harlem Underworld Alumni The one guy The gun die Day one Life Stories Black 99 Life Stories I'm here 1999 baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby Bad Boy Bad Boy |
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Ready on the left, ready on the right
Yo, BR, what up my dog What up, okay Yo kick that thing you kicked in the studio Aight, yeah yo, what's that joint? (Intro) Round town, I'm bound shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down Round town, I'm bound shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down (Verse One) And that's how we approach these faggots Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans I'm the uptop gangsta, the star in the hood One of the few mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge Fam, that was 9-5, man fuck the past See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man (Chorus One) He's Black Rob, he's okay Play and you'll get robbed today (Verse Two) Ya'll know how I'm coming through the Source Awards "Somebody's jewels got jacked," man it must've been yours Ya'll dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth Ya'll ain't sell no records, made no cash yet Fuck dude, cause my niggas is goons in every aspect And don't get beside yourself A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man (Chorus Two) He's Black Rob, he's a thug Fuck with him you'll get fucked up (Verse Three) Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (*kiss noise*) Or get smart, read books by Nostradomus Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics I seen green, more green than the Sonics More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard The 9-mil stalk, I walk up on a nigga Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr) (Chorus Three) He's Black Rob, he's our friend (???) is back again (Verse Four) Aw man, ya'll niggas done got me hype That's it, we fit the same stereotype If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too Yeah, man, notice I said "We," she's a J-U-M-P Man, off top, fam, I got figures In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true) (Chorus Four) He's Black Rob, he's our man If he can't do it, NO ONE CAN! (Verse Five) Yeah, bout to put the whole game on smash Alumni, I put the whole name on smash After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty Who's your man, cause they can't make a JC Penney Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious Black attacks like a pit bull - vicious It's goin down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground It's uptown, holla at your man Ready on the left...ready on the right |
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B.L.A.C.K.R.O.B. I got a, freaky, freaky, freaky lil flow Lock the town like Fidel Castro Went straight to jail, did not pass go (Aiyyo Black can we ask you a question?), no Now back to live action, dust my shoulders off on this track, I'm just practicing And I ain't even at my maximum, imagine if I was, this is for the love Ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages You're about to go on a ride with the wild and outrageous So buckle your seatbelts, my heat's felt All in the ghetto, the dominator, Darth Vader creator Officializing, signed and sealed, dot delivered Minute, if he don't get no bigger We never left, naw, we took a break off You all tucked in? We about to take off (Hook) Now there's a rumor being spread about me and the team And a couple wild brothers outta 115 Y'all might not have heard it, some cat got murdered Now everybody walking around all shady nervous I ain't sweatin that, bout to do a show in San Antonio (Then what?), then fly back home I calls guy on the phone, they had a car at the airport Somethin with a chick chaffeur, butt naked in the full length fur It's on and popping, work it baby ain't no stopping Bad Boy is in the building, honeys catching feeling Now we rated number one, now, sales through the ceiling People had faith in Rob I'm on that and run the point like Jason (Kidd), god It's one thing to be all hood I guess its safe to say, (what?), so far so good Black (Hook) Downtown we winding down, last call for alcohol Scoop up your girl You've never seen this before, that's a Bentely Four Fresh out the store, this should be against the law Party don't stop, can't stop, won't stop Hit the bootlegger, pint of Rock And I'm a get smart through the hollerin Long as she doin less talkin and more swallowin Now Black is what they hollerin out in the east How he won't go away like permanent crease And this is how I murder the streets A lotta dudes is mad when I'm just trying to get a bite to eat I dont care if yall just two-step to do the hustle This is New York rapping, bring me some New York muscle See me in the club, its nothin but love Love the way I position myself to rise above Black (Hook) One more time baby (Repeat Hook) |
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They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin you
Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o-w? It's no act yo, no This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums, like tobacco On the F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop Fuck five-0 niggaz too grimey to stop All we came to do was tear up the spot think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not? I'm the one man army, the one hand on the tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card A lotta shit I do is off the hard and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain't got nothin to prove Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools And remember this rule: don't fuck with niggaz that ain't fuckin with you So when you're home with nothin to do Just get comfortable, cause they ain't doin nothin to you And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop And my sole purpose is makin you dance ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!" Now she backstage hand in my pants I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin? Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin The average nigga walk around here sad get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass Get home, she ain't there, bitch musta mashed And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash Shoulda known it Me, I could never condone it Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it She got some bitch niggaz involoved, they be in cars That used to shoot dice in back of the ?m rob? All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors If I dont know you do me no favors And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south Nigga front we airin him out Old timer said "Don't leave the label 'til you're paid And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave" Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge So go ahead front for us, we savage It's war, consider this collateral damage And we even did some joints in spanish We control the entire zone and punks sayin ?bi amon? that explains why I'm not home That explains why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown |
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Order, order, has the jury reached a verdict?
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the world aint no diffrent now
the world aint no diffrent now... never had a dime my life a crime had be when i was nine mom drunk off of wine ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper till a point she paid no mind to the supper stay mad but stay fronting with smiles stayed on the groung once and a while first day of school never had nutin to style mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while it was a bummber rocking the shit i rocked all summer on the first day i was feeling some kind of way and she wasnt trying to do nutin you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or something now i kno then was even harder especially for a single mother raising me with no father shit living up in this tentament eating stale m and m's talking wild shit to spanish imigrants i speak in codes man to sivrence always quiet then ben dichon to my madre even thought she did nutin for me acknowledge me as i run down my life story you dont kno how crazy it is outside i die inside oh ive cried oh ive cried do you forgive me?? do you forgive me?? check the skit no body never gave me shit if anything a nigga frame me and make me get 3 to 6 my first bid no doubt up in sparfard had to be 12 son had to make a profit remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk in school i smacked cats in a hurry moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray on the first floor i used to thrist for greenary picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street yo fuck home im tired of geting punched in my dome tired of this faggot ass nigga moan thats when i started roaming my hustling game is deep cats ya heard ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg Notorious tell ya friends spread the word glorious my life story is obsurd chorus repeat 2x home from elmira got a little writer im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver recognize the struggle live it like a thug do hatred in my heart but inside i love you see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you knowing i am just like you, i am like the double all i wanna kno is how u pound me down yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around but any way i am geting paid wit puff now i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now so many levels jail take you i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you ive been through fire and birth stone used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone i remembered when you rushed me the time you said you should of flushed me i forgive you ma trust me chorus repeat till end |
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Yo I'm gettin ready to put y'all up on somethin man
이봐 난 너네들은 무언가로 즐기게 하고 싶어 (What's goin on yo) (무슨 일이야) Yo, when you see somethin ill (uh-huh) 이봐, 뭔가 아주 멋진 것 (어-허) Knahmean? That shit is WHOA (that's what whoa means) 이해하겠어? 이건 완전히 우와 (그게 우와의 뜻이야) Anything ill you see is WHOA (uh-huh) 니가 보는 모든 멋진 것이 우와 (어허) Nigga have a big 6 at the curb that's WHOA (okay?) 커브에서 벤츠를 본다면 그게 우와 (오케이?) Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it; it's WHOA 특히 그가 완전한 장비를 가지고 있다면 그게 우와 Like youknowhatImean? Like yo.. 무슨 말인지 알겠어? 그러니까.. I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was WHOA! 난 윗동네에서 나쁜 여자와 사귀었지, 그녀는 우와! Had me fucked up in the head I mean WHOA! 내 머리를 어질어질하게 만들었어 그러니까 우와! Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls I mean WHOA! 그녀에게 다이아몬드와 진주를 사줬어 그러니까 우와! Shoulda seen them shits shinin on her wrist, WHOA! 너네들도 그것들이 팔목에서 빛나는 걸 봤어야 했어, 우와! Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like WHOA! 내 재산이 문제가 아니야, 내 돈이 바로 우와! Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like WHOA! 너네들에게 지폐뭉치를 줬더니 그 녀석들이 말하길 우와! Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like WHOA! 그것들을 자랑하면서 난 말했지 우와! Faggot wanna peep my blueprints, I'm like WHOA! 멍청이들은 내 계획을 들춰보고 싶어해, 완전히 우와! Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggaz like WHOA! 브레이크를 밟아야 했어 녀석들이 말하길 우와! Niggaz gettin pulled on my block like WHOA! 그 녀석들이 내 거리 위에서 끌려다니니 완전히 우와! Comin home within a half an hour like WHOA! 30분 안에 집으로 돌아오는 것도 완전히 우와! Frontin like they had the manpower like WHOA! 감탄이 나올 정도의 힘을 가진 척하다니 우와! More or less More or so, I'll rip your torso 어쨌거나, 그렇든 않든 간에 네 가슴을 찢겠어 I live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA! 난 빠른 삶을 살아, 포르쉐를 타고 천천히 와서 말하지 우와! My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro 내 친구들이 좋아하는 건 - 돈, 가벼운 마리화나 Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA! 니트로, 강력한 플로우, 멋진 옷 마치 우와! Ease pain with cocaine like WHOA! 코카인으로 고통을 줄이는 건 우와! Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like WHOA! (They don't know me) 이젠 난 Range 속에 Doc Strange 마치 우와!(사람들이 날 몰라) Hundred miles an hour, switchin lanes like WHOA! 한 시간에 100마일씩, 차선을 바꾸면서 우와! Plus I'm gettin brain from this chick like WHOA! 거기다가 난 이 여자로부터 blowjob을 얻으니 우와! *brain=blowjob 같은 단어는 직접 해석 안 해요--; Finger near a nigga asshole like WHOA! 그 X구멍 가까이에 손가락을 마치 우와! Scene floss riches and bitches like WHOA! 돈과 여자를 자랑하는 녀석들 마치 우와! Nine-nine Jag Benz Coupe like WHOA! 99년 Jag Benz Coupe도 마치 우와! Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like WHOA! 거리에 흘러 다니는 돈의 양을 유지해 마치 우와! Grenade through your window bitch, like WHOA! 창문을 통해 네게 수류탄을 던져 마치 우와! Love to see me do this shit, like WHOA! 내가 이러는 거 보기 좋겠지 마치 우와! Niggaz put me through this shit, like WHOA! 친구들이 날 이렇게 만들었어 마치 우와! So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like WHOA! 이젠 녀석들과 대면할 거야, 주먹에 주먹으로 마치 우와! and rip your torso 그리고 니 가슴을 찢어 Live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA! 난 빠른 삶을 살아, 포르쉐를 타고 천천히 와서 말하지 우와! My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro 내 친구들이 좋아하는 건 - 돈, 가벼운 마리화나 Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA! 니트로, 강력한 플로우, 멋진 옷 마치 우와! We bag it, then flip it like WHOA! 우린 가져간 후 두배로 늘려 마치 우와! Cars we jack it then strip it like WHOA! 차도 훔친 후 해부해 마치 우와! Fully equip it, front to back, like WHOA! 완전히 장비해, 앞에서 뒤까지 마치 우와! Spittin on fiends that come for crack like WHOA! 코카인 먹으러 온 나쁜 놈들에게 침을 뱉어 마치 우와! Askin for shorts and shit nigga like WHOA! 차를 사려고 하고 욕을 해대 마치 우와! Half on his krunk, now nigga that's WHOA! 마약과 술을 하니, 녀석은 마치 우와! Flow so properly you'll see I'm WHOA! 넌 적당한 플로우를 하는 날 보고 우와! Ain't no stoppin me, I'm deep like WHOA! 날 멈출 순 없어 내 깊이는 마치 우와! Guns be poppin B, we creep like WHOA! 총은 총알을 뿜고, 우린 마치 우와! Hear my name in these streets it's like WHOA! 거리에서 내 이름을 들으면 그건 마치 우와! Must I pound the concrete like WHOA! 난 콘크리트에 주먹을 날려 마치 우와! Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like WHOA! 그의 여자의 엉덩이를 때려 머리에서 발끝까지 우와! Your man ain't WHOA! The judge ain't WHOA! 네 남자는 우와!가 아냐 심판도 우와!가 아냐 C.O.'s ain't WHOA! P.O.'s ain't WHOA! 대장도 우와!가 아냐 경찰도 우와!가 아냐 Play y'allself I get the G.I. Joe 혼자서 놀아, 나에겐 G.I. Joe가 있어 *G.I. Joe - 미군 특수부대의 일원을 뜻함 D-I-C, K riders ain't WHOA! D-I-C, K를 타는 놈들도 우와!가 아냐 I'll rip your torso 니 가슴을 찢을게 Live the fast life, come through in the Porshe slow like WHOA! 난 빠른 삶을 살아, 포르쉐를 타고 천천히 와서 말하지 우와! My niggaz - like dough, light 'dro 내 친구들이 좋아하는 건 - 돈, 가벼운 마리화나 Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like WHOA! 니트로, 강력한 플로우, 멋진 옷 마치 우와! Niggaz gettin money in VA is WHOA! VA에서 돈을 버는 놈들도 우와! Honies lookin right in ATL is WHOA! ATL에서 날 바라보는 여자들도 우와! Niggaz pimpin hoes in Chi-Town is WHOA! 시카고에서 여자를 꼬시는 놈들도 우와! Bitches takin paper in L.A. is WHOA! LA에서 돈을 뺏는 여자들도 우와! Niggaz stacking dough in D.C. is WHOA! DC에서 돈을 모아두는 놈들도 우와! P.R. D.R. hold me down like WHOA! PR, DR이 날 잡는 건 마치 우와! Ballers in Detroit hold me down like WHOA! 디트로이트에 멋쟁이들이 날 잡는 건 마치 우와! Niggaz in New Orleans gettin money is WHOA! 뉴올리언즈에서 돈을 버는 놈들도 우와! Boston and Jersey, muh'fuckers is WHOA! 보스턴과 뉴저지, 녀석들은 우와! Florida niggaz and Philly niggaz is WHOA! 플로리다와 필라델피아 녀석들도 우와! Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is WHOA! Tampa와 텍사스, 클리블랜드도 우와! Memphis and Lil' Rock, my niggaz is WHOA! 멤피스, Lil'Rock 내 친구들은 우와! Panama niggaz they hold me down like WHOA! 파나마 녀석들도 내가 보기엔 우와! My New York peoples they hold me down like WHOA! 내 뉴욕 사람들 역시 나와 함께 우와! Bad Boy nigga, word is bond we WHOA! Bad Boy들, 네가 하는 말은 마치 우와! Alumni bitches, word is bond we WHOA! Alumni 여자들, 네가 하는 말은 마치 우와! N.C, S.C., motherfuckers is WHOA! NC SC, 개자식들은 우와! My nigga Buckwild, word is bond he WHOA! 내 친구 Buckwild이 하는 말은 우와! Uhh.. and that's just how the story go.. 어.. 그렇게 이야기는 흐르지.. And whoever I forgot on this shit is, WHOA! 그리고 이 노래에서 내가 잊은 사람도 우와! Aww man, WHOA! Eighth street, Life Stories WHOA! 어 이런 우와! 8번지 가, Life Stories 우와! P.D.P.R., that nigga.. PDPR 그 녀석.. The beat I got from big Buckwild is WHOA! 내가 Buckwild에게서 얻은 박자는 우와! That nigga Black Rob on the mic is WHOA! 마이크를 잡은 Black Rob 녀석은 우와! My whole fuckin flow on the mic is WHOA! 마이크 위의 내 모든 플로우가 우와! |
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[Black Rob]
Yo, yo Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat But niggas like him always got the gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again I'm alright with stayin up all night And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna' Chorus [Black Rob & Cee-Lo] Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust In the club one night, war spittin at us In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us [Black Rob] Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit" Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man) Just like I thought, he about to get caught They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (Alright) Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small When he used to ball, and mess with Polly down the hall Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, Im'a put in his brain But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that Nova If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor He tryin to draw attention to us This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it Chours [Cee-Lo] Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain We did about two ?????next lane? Now feel the pain And if its affectin you it involves me in it And its all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction I sense tension, here and some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?) Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with'choo? Want you want me to do? Who you want me to run over, and run through? With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo And anybody who came here with him deserves one too Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south Up top it gon' stop Chorus x2 |
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Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that's when it all begins Be prepared we can allow no loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm They want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They want to bring us down Then drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are u ready, don't sleep on them Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats Under six feet beneath C'mon Verse Two: Mark Curry I told u that is a saw I wore I'm a kill When the rebel yells song that don't stop till It's done, see I got guns and I m sick See how you said meet me here and I came quick Them same catz on the most wanted list We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist ?,Won't cease to exist I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss A warrior waiting for Armageddon I get serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now I'm alert And that's right down my line of work The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back And watch how they all fall flat Ahh Chorus: Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Verse Three: Black Rob Yo, You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica What's this, want to insult my family? La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya I want ya'll dues, Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food Time up in the new Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law Man, how I don't want do these catz I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats They want to out me, I know killers from down south be Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war Verse Four: Mase All out, what what, Wanna blow, what what Teamsters what what Mother Fucker >From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play Moms says makes u going to need that money one day Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools Money like that why the fuck I need school M-A dollar sign E rules Hundred G jewels, Vacate places you don't even need shoes Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live Comin back and getting you and your kids Chorus Verse Five: G-Dep Dom Dom Dom Thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin Burned up herb huntin Word cause, my heard something Splurge something, Now I don't care who I hit Its who I hit I knew I hit Who'm would understand though We vandals and land roles Program for our own channels And flannel, this man knew any clan We're here for the catz in the minivan Got let this schemmy plan Pay me man, scan Sex, cars any money Sex guard the money With this gun, it be hard to run me Get it right, or get it tonight Better tonight, Set up your wife, with the head of the night Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice To my tents dimming the light I'm bendin this mic Lot of niggas don't comprehend Lots niggas look sloppy when They don't see me and I see them Chorus Chorus |
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Dangerous niggas
Uhh Black Rob shit Y'all don't know? Uhh Uhh Danegerous niggas Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for Murder yeah , ha ha yeah [Black Rob] What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse Till you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me Tried to tell his coward ass it's real Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield I'm a veteran, I'll take leathers and furs in front of him Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers Still sending ?kites with birds? Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches Give respect where respect is due Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you Coward CHORUS: 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 space Dame espacio Damn back up off me [Black Rob] Like I'm just talking like I never did these things Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm Press the button bitch I'm not havin Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus It's my thing do what I do best Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches! CHORUS [Lil' Kim] Where I come from, we all got guns Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run Call the cops, they still won't come We bang on niggas like we playin the drums These cats think they know me Black Well I hit em over the head and say "Homey don't play that" Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that? Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks Go on y'all can have my flow I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough And by now I think all yall know Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT CHORUS |
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Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse One: Jadakiss Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start lookin at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that's when you really can say you gettin money But right now all I do is sit back and listen To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women Built-in pool to swim in But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut Chorus: Black Rob Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Verse Two: Styles Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick Condo in Fresno with the lesbo And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear Cuz I can smell hell Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell Niggaz will never tell Their man that I was pussy Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me Chorus Verse Three: Shiek I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8 Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter... Chorus Verse Four: Black Rob This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds And I owe it all to heart grimmin Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin I salute my thugs, who rock With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin Can I live... Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us |
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[cheering]
Uhh , yeah , c'mon , Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer , Harlem horror We back Yeah ya-, ya-, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time So what you gon do now? Sorry, let's go CHORUS: P Diddy Yo Black Rob makin all stops we gon party till this motherfucking ball drops Snatchin all props Switchin gears on the Ducati , cats schemin prob'ly But we aint tryin na hurt nobody (we aint tryin na hurt nobody) We just tryin na make it clear , there B.R. is here And we come to lock it down this year So without further ado , we bring to you (without further ado) You highness , (your highness) , Black Rob , Spanish Harlem's finest [Black Rob] I be the PD world tourer , Harlem horror Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer The underworld figure , mo morals Small shit it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my niggas I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits That shit flip it , it's off the hook , it's unlisted The wizard like Juwan Howard I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power It's on dude , I warned you before the wildin My team some sick cats fresh from Ward's Island I'm sayin , I try to tell em how I do due to the fact you Was duckin my debut , duckin the ginsu B.R., natural born threat He got his tech and I aint even put it on yet Just imagine, me and you toe to toe back of the paddywagon To the death, till one of us got no breath left Protect that neck CHORUS [Black Rob] I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin, cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show me some land I cop it Show me some hoe somewhere in the tropics And I'ma suck the pussy till she beg me to stop it That's real, I'ma tell you how the black man feel Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us We aint mad though, we got the bulletproof dough And that's the way my niggas roll, if you was seein his dough You'd be the same baby CHORUS [P Diddy] Yo when I walk up in the place all eyes is on me Is it me, or the hundred grand worth of icy Can't underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all aint had guns I probably woudn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride They call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don Fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a few cats for good measure Playboy you know the drilly, y'all cats is real silly What I gotta do sell another ten milly It's crazy how they all fall down, all balls down It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it Aint shit changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin hopefully (keep hopin) Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula And this year, I'm gonna hit em severe Ayo Paul, get the Bent let's get the fuck up outta here CHORUS 2X |
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Yeah
Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it [Black Rob] Yo who these cats think they is, takin they biz That's roun here, yo dog don't even go there This is ours, we built this from the ground on up Now it's flowers, I think you besta round on up Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin large It's non-cipher, that's because B.R.'s in charge It's set here, cats is known for gettin whet here And left here, till the cops come pick us up... [Mark Curry] Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin your luck Intrudin wishes is already sowed up, nigga fold up You and your crew and peoples will get slain This aint the place to try and gain fame from You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it Alive for his own sake, they better vacate Promptly, for they get they ass stomped Listen take heed to what we sayin niggas CHORUS [Black Rob] We won't lie, sometimes we stick em up Last time it was enough though word life some hoes did em up And nine glocks set em up I know it was your dough, cuz I was right there when they split it up I could tell you where to find the corpse But that cheddar, I'm afraid dog that's gone forever [Mark Curry] Greed for wealth got us stingy, we got a spot that's hot Niggas envy, the fact that we clock mad dough They wanna see us shut down but no I don't think so, the crew is still rakin the cash flow For every dime bag sold on this block we want in One slug behind the back it's under the skin When niggas try to step to the block and bogard We can't see it happenin, warn them first, get the fuck out of Dodge Better believe that, test it, see if we won't put you on your back Niggas CHORUS [Black Rob] Now bein that it's all out war, I'm bringin more than that 4-4 Watch me dispose of all yall Yall fraud ass niggas, tape me reboard ass niggas Gun bigger than sword ass niggas Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin moves like pawns Two at a time, comin for mine Like a song nigga CBS, he cant' be serious finesse He don't believe I keep a gun in the vest [Mark Curry] You think you can disgrace this empire, we built from scratch You stupid, I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is We got defense on this area, try to attack Mad niggas on the barriers that's dyin of blast back They be no givin and no takin, definitely no breakin Laws we lay down, here's the situation Severe torture is what those who don't feel us face I show no love for a punk ass nigga we hate Try to pay me no bribe, then come up missin Happens to hard headed niggas when they don't listen I gave you fair warnin bout the danger you're messin with A stranger invadin the street corners are goners Try me, if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas had But in the process many die Fakin they can step to the block and bogard And couldn't see it happenin, warned em first get the fuck outta Dodge CHORUS |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo yo Its kill or be killed My skillz leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can't touch Won't touch Never touch Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust Puffin dust like fiends I mean I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book Take a good fucking look at these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble shit I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid Chorus: Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob Verse Two: G-Dep Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearing impaired If you're hearin this fear Than your hearing it cleared Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'em in saw Straight gate I suggest you vacate When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk Off the liquor Shot towards you mister Off course it hit you hard It gets hard, I pick the card Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god You think you got it all together Get it ripped apart Man you can't stand the heat Stay up outta the street Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad Don't make me blad So I want it all, fuck had Don't make me laugh By all means Get this money its all green It's all good And I wished that ya'll would Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now that you see where lux at I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if u play to much I put the shit on pause Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob BR BR Bad Boy Nigga Harlem Underworld Alumni The one guy The gun die Day one Life Stories Black 99 Life Stories I'm here 1999 baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby Bad Boy Bad Boy |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
[Black Rob]
Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go... Once upon a time not long ago when I was outta town movin work with Zo I used to bring my nigga B.R. and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock Once we kill Rob we takin over the block They did the job, but didnt suceed When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic Ran two blocks there was cops all over Then I dipped into the building ??? Banged on the door of apartment 83 Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me Ran to the roof like "Fuck that sista" Ask an old man "Can you help me mista?" Got to the roof clutchin my four-four open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?) Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all tattered Deep in my heart I wanted revenge but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And) Thats the way I gotta end this shit He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live Good night...good night Knock 'em out the box Black [Black Rob] I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up All thats on my mind is revenge revenge Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph Not knowin that he might get killed himself Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I. It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger Well in these times, well atleast to me No true niggas rollin come in sets of three And they won't stop rollin til you let them see All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves Barely out the crib caught one in the leg Couldn't even get my ??? had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize With some bad asian chick layin between my knees While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s Greastest hits, this was my latest shit Watch how niggas act when they play this shit This a lesson, shits for real no dressing No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live Good night...good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black Rob, the craziest presentation All you bitches Bad Boy, Life stories Alumni Crumbs, crumbs |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
Yo had me in the LQ
Yo shit was mad bumpin Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethin Now parties like this yo god I like lougin observin everything inside my surrounding Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her Nigga Get the urge and can't control his hand Get a body bag cause "mauh" he's a dead man She was coolin sportin my table When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table I sat there like shit I can't believe this I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch Sittin there boo legs wide open laughin gigglin smilin and jokin wit homes Like they use to hang out real real tough He musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gased up Sittin there played the role of a slouch Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out They sat there just talkin to each other I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit him Wit out girl's night ain't this some shit If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit They introduced theyselves one at a time Saw 'em say how you doin so Jasmine say "fine" I was laughin but there was more in store I saw her get up and start walkin towards the front door I rolls too god and walked right behind em So where ever they go it won't be hard to find em I keep a guard you now I thought I better Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather Open doors vale was on the ready At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me We're off two cars speedin deep in the night I'm doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike For Jasmine (Chorus) Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind Ohhhhh Playa freeze while I pull out my nine Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind Ohhhhh (Verse Two) Word up ain't nothin changed but the weather Still chasin them suckas in the '86 Jetta Thinkin different thoughts still not understandin How 7 people got in that fuckin Volkswagen Enough of that god yo back to the chase Yo man you should've seen the ruckus look on my face Slowin down cruisin on the cool out mode Then parked in front of his house on Gunhill road Man I started to get out Grabbed the rope and try to hang her Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her They went inside man but I kept goin Parked across the street wit out them even knowin Got out the car still schemin the house Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse If the neighbors looked out the window They would surely get leerly and scream like "BAHANDO" Police they would hold my fate But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song nigga I got closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference When I make my grand appearance For Jasmine (Chorus) (Verse Three) I seen a red dot tryna lock on me I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me I admit they had the drop on me Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees So I could see Who bust me Who knocked me out Who tried to choak Who tied the rope Who left me this bitch ass note I'm disgusted the murder she wrote Money she oaked all of my coke all of dope Up in smoke Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me Got your GS4 and your Bently rose took all of your clothes And 99 bottles of Mo's What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose And if I get close I'll blow her cause I got the controls At the toll on the phone wit this bitch Nicole Said she left you in some hotel out in the road Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin me shit Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock How'd he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot Whas goin on all of a sudden it was nothin no jokin son Jasmine holdin the smokin gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest As I fell I'm not thinkin of death Still fallin to a place wit more conscience though Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck You know how my luck Hoped in bleedin to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death For Jasmine (Chorus) |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
(feat. Puff Daddy)
Verse one: black rob I met her uptown on dikeland, to heighten Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books The ones who stand firm like ain't, nuttin shook About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street She say, 'yeah, they from over on mayfair' Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out They want beef out here, they gon' get it In the worst way, i'ma show em how black play Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise It's all about the benjamins, true that be the motto Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this (I'll get you back) Chorus: repeat 2x I love you baby no you don't You drive me crazy that's right I'll never betray thee uhh I love you baby c'mon Verse two: black rob (starts rapping during the chorus) Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike I ain't know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'you wanna get money, see black When you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world, baby girl Youse about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin And plan your extermination, word Chorus Verse three: puff daddy It took a while to peep your style, miss i-be-in-workin Low profile single, house in staten island And manhattan while, them same cats You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up And get away scot free without some type of injury Nah kill it, i'ma flip the script on you Same thing you did to me, i'ma do it to you Who knew she was the female rambo Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door Life is out, snuffed all they mans in In the end, she had to be the last bitch standin Not for long the buck the forty-four strong Just like that she was gone, now it's over Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt And admire how the chick went out Chorus: repeat to fade |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
[Black Rob]
Yo look clown I come through bully down Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain And when it go down my hoes do the same thing We all in the same game, we all willin to bang Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You rather bet'cha life than face me I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and I'll extinquish, I mean this you seen this Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im'a destroy my next challenger B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC So don't be apporachin me without the cross and rosary Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef Damn Black, how you do that der? 'Cuz we..dont..care, I'll take 'em there Chorus: Jennifer Lopez Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) Last night I realized I'm dreaming Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby [Black Rob] Y'all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin Got honies lovin this shit too, one wit'choo Long as you know my pants don't fit'choo Money good look, understand why he shook Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guiness Book Check, all the records I set, its major Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock ?Boiler on lock? hold shit down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox What'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year And bring the equipment out to the parks this year So y'all could see how it used to be I'm lookin towards the future see Black here to stay, its time y'all got used to me Puff said Black ain't tryin to fit in Up and down the coast can't count the spots I've been in Put'cha bid in Chours [Black Rob] I hit a ??? if my name was Teddy Bender hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda' I want ch'all to feel hardcore, nothin tenda' Blessed this mic for as long as I remember Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uhh, y'all must be stupid If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it I looped it, this fly shit from ?Nebogada? Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont Know Me I dare you to come against me, run against me Use your gun against me, you finito, finished I've seen wild cats diminished, foldin for, Bad Boy's known to ball Internationally, I'm sayin actually I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually So, prepare yourself for the storm, Nineteen-nine-nine its on And I'm just gettin warm Chorus |
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from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)
I dare you
(Uh, Harlem Underworld) To come against me (Harlem Underworld) I dare you (Black Rob) To defeat me (Watch the whole thing unfold) I dare you (From 100th street) To come for me (To 200th) You won't win (Manhattan) Nigga's got me sittin' on the roof Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof Hand on toes, 'bout to roast Some kids who flash like they assassins Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin' Got the spot on lock Taking flicks around the corner She made it where the spot ain't hot Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo There they go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em Can't even do one thing, assassinate 'em That's it, that's all, solo Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo Money caught one in his Kangol D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door Caught 'em in the 'gaitor shoes his girl probably bought 'em Too bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him Cuz Nigga's like that don't deserve to live Word the myth And we ain't got no love to give For these drop shots who wanna be down Wanna be clowns, the fail ones I like how all that good shit sounds And I dare one I dare you To come against me I dare you To defeat me I dare you To conquer me You won't win Nigga, I sleigh, you pray, kill that ass uptown Dump yo' bitch ass back around your way When I'm in one of those moods I can give a fuck I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin' roof I hear voices calling me, givin' me fits Singing tonight's the night Black Rob, let's write these hits In the halls of death, you get left, I'm in the top 10 Even Rocky trainer and his wife said you can't win Scream battle, but you never fought That's like me sayin' I got five, never ran a full court Stab the devil in his belly, took his Pelle Pelle Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states Mad we seen 'em, different cake Rob me, tear that asshole out of place Cuz in the end I'm the head case you gotta face And I dare one I dare you To come against me I dare you To defeat me I dare you To conquer me You won't win It feels good not to be dealin' with petty cash Me and D-Dot all we seein' now is ready cash And ready ass, splash in the Jacuzzi Honey from the movies, south notch cutie Used to go to Harrah with D after the homecomin' On my way from Kakalaka Me and Merse was gun running Musta done something all conspicuous Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this Ridiculous sayin' these cats don't love Black This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed to be at Lemme know where to put your rosary at My enemies, I let 'em get a load of me gat Fine, you don't believe Black real official Playa way, get your ma's cake, and kiss you You leavin', wasn't part of this plan Understand it's all about the Bengi's man And I dare one I dare you To come against me I dare you To defeat me I dare you To conquer me You won't win I dare you To come against me I dare you To defeat me I dare you To come for me You won't win I dare you To come against me I dare you To defeat me I dare you To conquer me You won't win |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
[Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT'S CRAZY) Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love it how we huggin' the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus it's jumpin' off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man, it's alright, on tight Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no! [Chorus] [G. Dep] Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the bank don' sketched on my crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY) Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY) Some chicken won't even give me the digits (THAT'S CRAZY) Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY) Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now you don't got Permanant Scars (OH THAT'S CRAZY) You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Lights, camera, action, I'm a star (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Like yesterday, I broke a nigga's car (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT'S CRAZY) See, I'm thirsty, still lookin' for cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus to end] |
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