Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin' book
On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit
Man you can't stand the heat, stay up outta the street
I got the game by the balls and I get all calls
Off course it hit you hard, it gets hard, I pick the card
Black Rob, uh uh
Don't question it to stars, I'ma put 'em in saw
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
Black Rob, we are
Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his jeep
The gun die, day one
I think I'm about to feel something here
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted God
Black Rob, we are
(The world's famous)
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
I did enough biz, ask any body, I am rough kid
Black Rob, uh, uh
Just got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake
On the streets black good like all state, ya all fake
Black Rob, we are
Puffin dust like fiends, I mean I want green ya shifty
B.R.
For the hearing impaired, if you're hearin' this fear
Straight gate, I suggest you vacate
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
I subtract like mad, don't make me bald
Yo, yo, I put a finger in the air
Black Rob, uh, uh
Time to let them know man
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
You think you got it all together, get it ripped apart
We here baby, bad boy
It's all good and I wished that ya'll would
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his drawers
Black Rob, uh uh
So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me laugh
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Black Rob, we are
It's 99 man
Black Rob, uh uh
Black Rob, uh uh
Like twice when I flash my steel
Than your hearing it cleared
Ya faith, in my hand
Driving around with the toasty whip, never bust
Black Rob, we are
My team
B.R.
Life Stories, Black 99
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Alumni, the one guy
Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby it's on
Black Rob, uh, uh
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlams
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Bad boy, nigga, Harlem underworld
I am about to set the record straight
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Stay madd fly, madd high
Black Rob, we are
So if you play to much I put the shit on pause
They can't touch, won't touch, never touch
Off the liquor, shot towards you mister
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice
By all means, get this money, it's all green
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die
Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's kill or be killed
My brother Curtis squeeze gats to celliums
