Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is, boy For real, the art of getting robbed This is how we do it, Brooklyn style, boy You know what I'm saying? R.I.P. B.I.G. Nigga, R.I.P. B.A.G. R.I.P. and I'm glad you're in town, O.D. One time, I'm out Ay, yo, the bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'm a robber still You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street This industry, niggas, is starting to look like something to eat I snatch Kim, tell Puff, you wanna see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of *** a R&B bitch But I wake up early and bounce with all her *** When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whiggy money Brian McKnight? I could get the nigga anytime Have peeps sweating, staring down the barrel with my 9 Since these Harlem world niggas seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, tell your man Macy Venta, haha, come up off that watch now I mean, right now, the only excuse for being broke is Being in jail, a entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell I rob ODB, but that'll be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the 9 I follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting the jumps up for that rock corrupt cop What you could just sew, like, four mil? He got something to live for Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe dope I manhandle Mariah like, bitch, get on the ground You ain't with Tommy no more, who gon' protect you now? I've been scheming on tone and poke since they found me Steve gon' have to wear that platinum *** around me I'ma clap though, not for real, son, I'm sick I'm about to stick Slick Rick for all that old-school *** Right now I'm bent, when I get like this, I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink I rob, I'm without a gun, that's just peace and run This nigga weigh four hundred pounds, how you gon' catch me, son? Now this ain't serious, being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our words can be bigger Fifty cent, I would be in the robber industry Now this ain't serious, being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our words can be bigger Fifty cent, I would be in the robber industry, nigga I catch a P in Silk and Shocker right after the Grammys And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound like, you Give me the cash, you put the hot dog down, I figured it out Niggas been robbing Joe before That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing JD? *** you, pay me Had to brap with him, shoulda had his gap with him DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell homie I'm on that Trent ***, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, this *** did well I wanna stick TQ, boy, this *** ain't sell I hit the studios, take niggas jewels and leave Catch Ray Ghost and RZA for them funny-ass rings Tell Sticky, give me the cash for an empty three I beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannabis wanna battle, why I'm sticking him up? *** the cab, the coroner's picking him up Heavy tried to hide his ***, ayy, nigga, I saw ya He said, why you robbing me? I got nothing 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 the backstreet 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 *** like it's mine? I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living I rob boys to men like I'm Michael Bivens Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mr. C That nigga still eating off Big First LP I had Bustin, the whole flip mold on the floor He asked me if I had enough, I told him, give me some more If you feeling this, then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our words can be bigger 50 Cent, I would be the robber in the street This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our words can be bigger 50 Cent, I would be the robber in the street For real, sir, this the Mad Rapper, you know what I'm saying? And for real, you know what I'm saying? Niggas just gotta get stuck up, yeah, that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch It really don't matter If you got it and I need it, I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down 50 Cent ain't *** around Trackmasters ain't *** around Crazy Cat ain't *** around The Mad Rapper ain't *** around You know what I'm saying? So watch your back Watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses Cause we gon' get you whether you like it or not