Rob U N Da Club

Album cover art for "Rob U N Da Club" by Proof & 1st Born (Detroit) & DU & King Gordy

Proof & 1st Born (Detroit) & DU & King Gordy - Rap

Rob U N Da Club

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[Intro: 1st Born & Salam Wreck] Uh uh, uh uh (Wreck!) The sharks in the club 313 niggas Why I do the things that I do [Verse 1: 1st Born] They say "1st' he a half-cocked heater" It's [?] at the border like he be smuggling keys and quarters and just tryna get over They snakes be spitting venom and cobras they biting [?] soldier Put your weight on it' your half ounce nigga Suck an elbow' you stab and bounce niggas With yo four figures, the niggas fronting like they live If [?] sold they be pushing a six way past five I see the cut in your eyes tryna peep my every move This a real .45, did you peep that dude? Did you see the criminals' getting physical With the guns cocked by their cock and genitals doing interviews Six five and I'm a cold piece [?] (Chi-chi BLAOW!) For acting like you know me My beef is none of your [?], tripping [?] regret The bitch in your eyes, tell me and I went to survive [Refrain: 1st Born] Vive' vive, vive, vive Zone 8 is just hard to stay alive They not fit to survive Zone 8 baby [Hook x2: King Gordy] Nigga put your hands up, go for what you know Mosh pit shit, get fucked, throw some blows Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'? Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'? [Verse 2: Proof] Y'all don't wanna do nothing When them guns get to dumping and bumping one of your loves ones The dozen shogun, now to blow one through your lung No one wanna rumble in the concrete jungle Let slugs funnel your spit tunnel, humble with heaters Humble your leaders, shit pull a gun on preacher We from the slums with the creatures, crumble the features None of your leeches can hand with Proof, shit one of my weakness I know the secrets on holding my noodle, cold and it's brutal Feudal face, it's so [?] in this life and they know its true though It's numero uno, put my heart in the sin My mind combine like it's part of pen, let's start at the end, shit Proof the Omega, reducing a hater Let loose shots that'll knock you out of your Timbaland boots and your Gators I spit to you player and lie to the Feds When I die in a bed I'll be high getting head, c'mon [Hook x2: King Gordy] Nigga put your hands up, go for what you know Mosh pit shit, get fucked, throw some blows Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'? Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'? [Verse 3: DU] When it come to weed-smoking I might retire But when it come to heat-holding I will not cease fire So please try us when we talk into the club Get on some funny stuff, we'll beat you down into a bloody pulp Fuck niggas that pop shit, they irritate like they [?] I turn it up just a notch bitch Don't need no liquour to bust a TEC I rather cut you then gut you from [numb?] to neck Look how we got your fam up in here yo When your other man lying on the floor with his fingers broke Beat down, fuck up, unconscious Busting convicts over nonsense Fuck it, I admit it, I did Tryna stomp his brains out for at least 5 minutes And when it come to beef I like to get it ignited So through your hands up 'cause niggas if fighting, punk [Verse 4: King Gordy] Man stop offering, you can't take hits I'll constipate your brain and make you think you can't shit Your [?] remember [?] showering him with pistols Desperados equal hollows eating through all of your people Let your God meet you, these hots ones will leave you With long [?] for y'all to peep through, now y'all are see through "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!" Eye contanct will 'cause y'all to lie on back The hospital team [?], got your codeine dumped, plus you're high on crack Vitals going flat, a [?] is worth it [?] in third person In excursions punching myself in the face, in the stomach but it just ain't hurting Fire nurses and hire hearses I am a self proclaimed murdered rapper slain, converted in the dirt So why is you staring at me, man there's no need for you to watch me Don't wanna die then? Close your eyelids and get your pupils OFF ME!! [Hook x2: King Gordy] Nigga put your hands up, go for what you know Mosh pit shit, get fucked, throw some blows Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'? Y'all niggas are spiting, what the fuck you staying there fo'?

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Credits

Writers
  • DU
  • Proof
  • King Gordy
  • 1st Born (Detroit)