Black Rob get the money, With or without yall, I doubt yall, Know I'm punch'n niggaz in there mouth ya'll. 5 minities niggaz wanna require, understand
Traducere: Black Rob. U Vrei Freestyle?.
Traducere: Black Rob. Freestyle.
I don't feel the snares Coulda used a different type of sample You're wack man, yeah Yo, that kid is wack, his father's wack His group is wack, that's word, word black
ho starin at my chain I'm the Most Valuable Playa in da game These haters wanna rob me Because I got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate
back the fuck up As we act the fuck up Lettin you niggaz know Straight whats goin down so Niggaz I clown I surround you with the gang rollin Black and
when I look at magazines I say ain't that us I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
reinforcements, the Four Horsemen Take a big piece of chalk an' draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I?ll even call my man, Black Rob
They love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at Your girl's a rat Tell that ho I'm not gonna beep her back Dont need her black Got too
how I deliver this packages Turn the other cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, black
backbone of the Wig Out Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon All over the U.S. states, even London Past and present, black
boy sick So move or the germ might touch ya I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher When I teach you how to rap fam I'm in that black
that get not only you But your whole crew whacked Too strong and I'm too black And pack not one but two gats And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat [
how I deliver this packages Turn the other cheek, cuz this track I be smackin it But don't clap, cuz this style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, black
her black got too many other needer-rats who heater fat (??) i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat gone black
I look at magazines I say ain't that us I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob Man, they
shaking like turbulence The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick Black Knights
bells? Digital digital Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby [RZA] Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob
