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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 enough of that
shit niggas 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 nigga I'm straight from the
street

These industry niggaz is startin to look like
somethin to eat

I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, You wanna see her
again?

Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM

I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch

But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit

When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny

I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney
money

Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime

Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel of my
nine

Since these Harlem World niggaz 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 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 a nigga puttin four thru that Bentley
Coupe door

I'll man handle Case like Dude get on the ground

You ain't with Mary no more where you getting
chips from 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 nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me
son?

[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x

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 an industry nigga?

[50 Cents]

Ill 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 w/the pound

Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog
down

I figured it out

Niggas 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., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!

Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him

DMX wanna get down or will you tell on me

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 shoes and leave

Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings

Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three

Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV

Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up

Fuck a cab the coroners pickin em up

Heavy tried to hide his shit, hey nigga I saw 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 niggas until I'm livin

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 im bout to stick Mister C

That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP

I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor

He asked me if I had enuff I told him Gimme Some
More

Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel

I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People

[Madd Rapper]

(chorus)

For real yo you know what I'm sayin?

Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it
goes down

It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a
regular nigga

It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I
want it

50 Cents ain't fuckin around

Track Masters ain't fuckin around

Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around

The Madd Rapper aint fuckin 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.