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[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-C, R.I.P n*ggas that wanna 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 n*gga I'm straight from the street These industry n*ggaz startin to look like somethin to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of f*ckin an R&B b*tch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your 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 n*gga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World n*ggaz 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 if 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 no n*gga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like "B*tch get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you 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 n*gga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
[Chorus: Madd Rapper (x2)] This aint 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 and industry n*gga?
[50 Cents] I'll 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 with the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I figured it out Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., f*ck you! Pay me! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell homey 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 shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up N*gga get capped coroners pickin em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, n*gga try to stall 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 n*ggas until I'm livid 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 C That n*gga still eatin off Big's 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" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
[Chorus: Madd Rapper]
For real yo you know what I'm sayin? N*ggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry n*gga or a regular n*gga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't f*ckin around Track Masters ain't f*ckin around Crazy Cat ain't f*ckin around The Madd Rapper ain't f*ckin 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