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ROB BLACK B R Lyrics
B R
F/ g-dep



Black rob, br

Black rob, br



I am about to set the record straight (the worldā??s famous)

Its 99 man time to let them know man



Verse one:

Yo aiyo yo yo

Its kill or be killed

My skillz leavin them chilled on ice

Like twice when I flash my steel

They canā??t touch

Wonā??t touch

Never touch

Driving around with the toastly 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 fucking look at these bad guys

Stay madd fly, madd high

In the ford expidie and I donā??t expect to die

On some humble shit

I am on some rumble shit

When itā??s on you should see the shit I come through with

If you scared by dog release the four by fours

I heard the fagot ass don died and 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

Ya faith, in my hand

Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service

My brother curtis squezze gats to celliums

I make it where you canā??t escape the parra bedlums

I tell some, live ya life like puff did

I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid



Chorus:

Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob



Verse two: g-dep

Yo, yo

I put a finger in the air

For the hearing impaired

If youā??re hearin this fear

Than your hearing it cleared

Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job

Donā??t question it to stars, iā??ma putā??em in saw

Straight gate

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 iā??ma hit your squad

Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god

You think you got it all together

Get it ripped apart

Man you canā??t stand the heat

Stay up outta the street

Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep

I subtract like mad

Donā??t make me blad

So I want it all, fuck had

Donā??t make me laugh

By all means

Get this money itā??s all green

Itā??s all good

And I wished that yā??all would

Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that

Now up that, now that you see where lux at

I got the game by the balls

And I get all calls

So if u play to much I put the shit on pause



Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob uh-uh

Black rob we are

Black rob



Br

Br

Bad boy nigga

Harlem underworld

Alumni

The one guy

The gun die

Day one

Life stories

Black 99

Life stories

Iā??m here 1999 baby itā??s on

I think Iā??m about to feel something here

We here baby

Bad boy

Bad boy
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