[May] divas and thugs, keep it goin like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob] Lady May and Rob Jackson, Arista-Crattin' [Rob] bout to blow like [boom, boom, boom] [Rob
She dances in the sheets at night She dances to his needs She dances 'til he feels just right Until he falls asleep She dances at the crack of dawn And
take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob
flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
they can flood the game with that garbage I'm poppin' 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get with Kray Kray, take action, Jackson Everytime that I
Sittin on a bus full of old motherfuckers Wavin they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!" And now my concious is fuckin with me cause I'm about to rob the entire
a nigga home looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks intellectual rob
you hear it Even Helen Keller word up can hear it From the rustler lyrical hustler The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster Yabadabadoo Verse Three: Rob Swinga Rob
waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rob
regular thug - sold drugs Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do I copped the Jordan's, and the Fi-la's, too Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's,
momma We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka Natural born serial murderers Mass mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson
me in the corner after club Like "nigga what?", They t'ow up the dub So you can tell Samuel L. I'ma keep ac'in You can even tell that motherfucker Jessie Jackson
Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
' thru cuz I finished with that booty call Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand Rhythem Blunt Cru, Black Rob
'm from That Clevland Hoe Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that nashville Bitch Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe Who
?t Dough Bussa so don?t be try me like a hoe I?m not your everyday dough that I?m at your seat everyday I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid I shine
looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got glocks intellectual rob behind
