Текст песни B.R - Black Rob , G. Dep

Yeah, uh, uh
Black Rob, BR (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, BR
All around the world
'Bout to set the record straight, man (the world's famous)
It's '99 man, time to let them know man

Yo, yo, ay-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 (whoo)
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 (okay)

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

Black Rob, we are (let me get to man)
Black Rob, uh-uh (yeah)
Black Rob (yeah), we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, uh-uh
Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, uh-uh
Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob

Yo, yo, I put a finger in the air for the hearin' impaired (uh-huh)
If you're hearin' this fair, then you're hearin' it clear (alright)
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
Of 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
Then 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

Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, uh-uh
Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, uh-uh
Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob, uh-uh
Black Rob, we are (let me get to the man)
Black Rob

BR (yeah, yeah)
BR (uh, bad boy, nigga)
Harlem Underworld (Harlem Underworld), yeah
Alumni (Alumni), uh (okay)
The one guy (keep it bounce G, yeah)
The gun die (yeah, yeah)

Day one (we got)
(Black Dada), Life Stories (Shark Back)
Black 1999, Life Stories
I'm here 1999, baby, it's on
(BR), I think I'm about to feel something new the groove (okay)

Uh, yeah, we here, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad boy (told ya, man)
Bad boy (told ya I was coming)
Told ya I was coming
Told ya I was coming
Told ya I wad coming
Told ya I was coming