B.r. Lyrics

Black Rob, B.R. Black Rob, B.R.
I am about to set the record straight (The world's famous) It's 99 man Time to let them know man
Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's 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 toasty 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 drawers
On the streets black good like all state, 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 squeeze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlams I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz, ask any body, I am rough kid
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, uh uh
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 police 'cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad, don't make me bald
So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me laugh By all means, get this money, it's 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 you 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, uh uh
B.R. B.R.
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, bad boy Bad boy