Black Rob F- G-dep Br Lyrics

Br Lyrics

Black rob, BR

 Black rob, BR

 

 I am about to set the record straight (the world'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 can't touch

 Won'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 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 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 can'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 you're hearin this fear

 Than your hearing it cleared

 Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job

 Don't question it to stars, I'ma put'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 I'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 can't stand the heat

 Stay up outta the street

 Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep

 I subtract like mad

 Don't make me blad

 So I want it all, fuck had

 Don't make me laugh

 By all means

 Get this money its all green

 It's all good

 And I wished that ya'll 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

 I'm here 1999 baby it's on

 I think I'm about to feel something here

 We here baby

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