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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
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