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How to Rob Lyrics

[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***** 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**** I'm straight from the street
These industry n***** startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll s***** Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your a** down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of f***** an R&B b****
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your s***
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 n**** anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World n***** 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**** puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Mariah like "b**** 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 s*** 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 s***
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight a** mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun s***** his piece then run
This n**** 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 and industry n****?

[50 Cents]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada a** 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
Been robbin Joe before that's why his a**
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., f*** 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 s***, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his s*** did well
I wanna stick TQ but his s*** ain't sell
I hit the studios take s*** and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny a** rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your a** like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
n**** get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his s***, n**** 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 s*** like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin n***** 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 im bout to stick Mister C
That n**** 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?
n***** got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry n**** or a regular n****
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't f***** around
Track Masters ain't f***** around
Crazy Cat ain't f***** around
The Madd Rapper aint f***** 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
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