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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