50 Cent - How To Rob Lyrics
[Madd Rapper]The art of getting robbedThis 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 niggas that wanna ODAiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a dealIf my record don't sell I'ma rob and stealYou better recognize nigga I'm straight from the streetThese industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eatI'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"Get your ass down to the nearest ATMI have dreams of *****in an R&B *****And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shitWhen I apply pressure,son it aint even funnyI'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney moneyBrian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytimeHave Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nineSince these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be famI put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your manMason Betha, haha, come up of that watch nowI mean right now"The only excuse for being broke is bein in jailAn entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hellI'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of timeProbably have to clap him run and toss the nineI'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocksPlottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt coppedWhat Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live forDon't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe doorI'll man handle Mariah like "***** 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 meSteve know not to wear that platinum shit around meI'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sickI'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shitRight now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't thinkAbout to make Stevie J take off that tight ass minkI'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then runThis nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2xThis aint seriousBeing broke can make you deliriousSo we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?[50 Cents]Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the GrammiesAnd Will Smith and Jada ass down in MiamiRun up on Timberland and Missy w/the poundLike you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog downI figured it outBeen robbin Joe before that's why his assdon't wanna be a playa no moreMad at you I'm robbin J.D., ***** YOU!! PAY ME!!Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with himDMX wanna get down well you tell homeyI'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+I should rob Clue man his shit did wellI wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sellI hit the studios take shit and leaveCatch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass ringsTell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty threeIll beat your ass like that white boy on MTVCannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them upNigga get capped coroners pickin em upHeavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall yaHe said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money pieceTold him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeepOne at a time get out and take off your shineDid 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 shit like it's mine?I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm lividI'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael BivinsCatch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn GivensI'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister CThat nigga still eatin off Big's first LPI had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floorHe asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequelI gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People[Madd Rapper](chorus)For real yo you know what I'm sayin?Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes downIt don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular niggaIt don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it50 Cents ain't *****in aroundTrack Masters ain't *****in aroundCrazy Cat ain't *****in aroundThe Madd Rapper aint *****in aroundSo watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pocketsWatch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the busCause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
