just running from a flame Go on and write your ticket, but I ain't the one to blame" That county judge tried to rob me blind. But them big wheels of
they, lovin' me Come through in the Buick sittin' so, lovely We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob
Somethin' like Mcdonalds when I move in packs Quarter-Pound, supersized bullets and big macs House longer than I-70, arise ten stories And I still rob
'er body scream'n slow down but where the hell is slow of course We be them up-close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n them
-pum [Big Punisher] (Chorus) Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah He ain't a rapper he'll kill you (Repeat) [Big
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
on this shit is, whoa Aw man, whoa, eighth street, life stories P D P R, that nigga The beat I got from big buck wild is, whoa That nigga black rob
all run quick Y'all just talkin' Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin [Hook] [Black Rob] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in
owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants Might
licking a stamp But she can lick it all around or swallow it whole Deep throat this big dick and act real bold You go to sleep, she'll straight rob your
talkin' the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on 'Cause peelin' your cap will put my dick on swoll Muthafucka you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe It's the Big
game up, I try to pass it on, niggaz from the Bay, gettin they cash on, from Frisco, to Vallejo, to the Big "O", fuck that yeh-yo, hundred thousand
' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big
lay slugs up in 'em But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my Vdozen on the street, bump
, like Vinny Blanca, come back in the end juss to haunt ya, plus I twist a Benz like Big Poppa, what's the big proper use, go get yo bread an do
