How To Rob lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters]

[Intro: The Madd Rapper & 50 Cent]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is, boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do, Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying?
R.I.P. B.I.G., n*gga, R.I.P. P.A.C. 
R.I.P.—Enough of that sh*t, it's time to O.D. 
I got my n*gga 50 Cent, yo, this is how [?] to rob a industry n*gga, yo
Don't take this sh*t serious, though, we just bugging the f*ck out
One time
But y'all can take it how you want it, word

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, n*gga, I'm straight from the street
These industry n*ggas is starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim, tell Puff, ''You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM''
I have dreams of f*cking a R&B b*tch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her sh*t
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight? I can get the n*gga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World n*ggas seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now - I mean right now
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (Yeah)
Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold, like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh)
Don't want a n*gga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door
I'll manhandle Case like "Dope, get on the ground
You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum sh*t around me
I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school sh*t
Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink
I rob Pun wit out a gun, snatch his piece and run (Uh-huh)
This n*gga weigh four hundred pounds, how he gon' catch me, son? Huh?
[Chorus: The Madd Rapper]
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry n*gga? (Tell 'em, son)
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry n*gga?

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down"
I figured it out, n*ggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh)
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing J.D.? "f*ck you, pay me!" (Yeah)
Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down?
Well you tell homie
I'm on that Treach sh*t, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his sh*t did well
I wanna stick TQ, but his sh*t ain't sell
I hit the studios, take n*ggas' jewels and leave (Uh-huh)
Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What)
Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
f*ck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up
Heavy tried to hide his sh*t, ayy, n*gga, I saw you
He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
"One at a time, get out and take off your shine"
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your sh*t like it's mines?
I'ma keep sticking n*ggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah)
I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee
That n*gga still eating off Big first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough—I told him, "Gimme some more"
If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what!
[Chorus: The Madd Rapper]
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry n*gga? (Tell 'em, son)
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry n*gga?

[Outro: The Madd Rapper]
Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying?
And for real, you know what I'm saying, n*ggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you a industry n*gga or a regular n*gga or a b*tch
It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it
You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
50 Cent ain't f*cking around
Trackmasters ain't f*cking around
Crazy Cat ain't f*cking around
The Madd Rapper ain't f*cking around
You know what I'm saying?
So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses
'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not