B.R.

Lyrics

[Intro] Black rob, B.R Black rob, B.R 'Bout to set the record straight, man (the world's famous) It's '99 man, time to let them know man [Verse 1: Black Rob] Yo aiyo yo yo It's kill or be killed My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice Like Vince Price when I flash my steel They can't touch Won't touch Never touch Drivin' around with the toast in they 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 fuckin' look at these bad guys Stay mad fly, mad high In the Ford Expedi' 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 a dog release the four by fours I heard when faggot ass Don died 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 Y'all faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast, at ya service My brother Curtis, squeeze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra, bedlums I tell some, live yo life like Puff did I did enough biz, ask anybody I'm rough kid [Chorus] Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob [Verse 2: G-Dep] Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearin' impaired If you're hearin' this fair Then you're hearin' it clear Man I fuck with Rob, got put on the job Don't question it to stars, I'mma put 'em in saw Straight cake 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'mma 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 turnt po-lice 'cause they shot at his jeep I subtract like mad Don't make me blast I want it all, fuck half Don't make me laugh By all means Get this money, it's all green It's all good And I wished that y'all would Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now do you see where your luck's at? I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if you play too much I put the shit on pause Blackout [Chorus] Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob, uh-uh Black Rob, B.R Black Rob [Outro] B.R B.R Bad Boy Nigga Harlem Underworld Alumni The one guy The gun die Day one Life Stories Black '99 Life Stories I'm here 1999 baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby Bad Boy Bad Boy