B.R. (Featuring 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

**** 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, ****)

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