How To Rob

(feet . The Madd Rapper)

[ Madd Rapper ]
The art of getting robbed
This is how wee do Brooklyn stile buoy yew no watt I'm sayin ?

[ 50 Sent ]
R . Aye . P B . Aye . G, R . Aye . P P-A-C, R . Aye . P enough of that, shit, its thyme two ODD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't cell I'ma rob and steel
Yew better recognize nigga I'm strait from the street
These industry niggaz startin two look like somethin two eat
Aisle snatch Kim and tell Puff, " Yew wanna sea her again ? "
Get you're ass down two the nearest ATM
Aye have dreams of fuckin an R bitch
And Aisle wake up early and bounce with awl you're shit
When Aye apply pressure, sun it aint even funny
I'm about two stick Bobby four sum of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, Aye can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem Whirled niggaz seam two awl bee fam
Aye put the gun two Cardan tell hymn, " Tell you're man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
Aye mien wright now "
The only excuse four being broke is bein inn jail
An entertainer can't make bale if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB butt that'd bee a waist of thyme
Probably have two clap hymn run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox inn the drop four for blocks
Plottin two juice her four that rock Kurupt copped
Watt Jigga just sold like 4 mil ? He got somethin two live four
Don't want know nigga puttin for thru that Bentley Coupe door
Aisle man handle Casã like " Duke get on the ground "
Yew ain't with Mary know moor ware gettin chips from now ?
Aye bean skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found mi
Steve no knot two where that platinum shit around mi
I'm a klepto na four reel sun I'm sic
I'm bout two stick Slick Rick four awl that old school shit
Wright now I'm bent and when Aye get like this Aye don't think
About two make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
Aisle rob Pun without a gun snatch his peace then run
This nigga way 400 pounds, how he gon catch mi sun ?

[ Madd Rapper ]
[ (Chorus) 2x ]
This aint serious
Being broke can make yew delirious
Sow wee rob and steel sow hour ones can bee bigger
50 Sent how it feel two rob and industry nigga ?

[ 50 Cents ]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker wright after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down inn Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w / the pound
Like yew gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
Aye figured it out
Bean robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna bee a playa know moor
Mad at yew I'm robbin J . D ., FUCK YEW ! ! PAY MI ! !
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with hymn
DMX wanna get down well yew tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, Aye do my + Dirt Awl Buy My Lonely +
Aye should rob Clew man his shit did well
Aye wanna stick TQ butt his shit ain't cell
Aye hit the studios take niggaz jewels and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA four them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before Aye empty three
Ill beet you're ass like that wight buoy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle wile I'm stickin them up
Fuck the cab the coroners pickin hymn up
Heavy tried two hide his shit, nigga try two stall ya
He said " Why yew robbin mi Aye got _Nuttin Butt Love _ four ya ! "
Court Juvenile four his Cash Money peace
Tolled hymn Aye want it awl he said, " Even my gold teeth ? "
Aye court Blackstreet on a back street inn a black jeep
Won at a thyme get out and take off you're shine
Did yew ever think that yew wood bee this rich ?
Did yew ever think that yew wood have these hits ?
Did yew ever think that I'd flash the nine ?
And walk off with you're shit like its mine ?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livin '
Aisle rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson four half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry four reel im bout two stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
Aye had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the flaw
He asked mi if Aye had enuff Aye tolled hymn " Gimme Sum Moor "
Is yew feelin this ? Then weight four the sequel
Aye gotta get Kirk Franklin four robbin Gods People

[ Madd Rapper ]
[ chorus ]
Four reel yo yew no watt I'm sayin ?
Niggas got two get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if yew an industry nigga oar a regular nigga
It don't matter, if yew got it and Aye knead it Aye 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
Sow watch you're backs, watch you're pocket book, watch you're pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause wee gonna get yew weather yew like it oar knot