dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story
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
bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live, live Good night, good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black Rob, the craziest presentation All you bitches Bad Boy, life stories
Mercedes Martinez] When I think about perfect times I think about yesterday You can asked me about the future I don't know what to say Tomorrow's story
life, Frank pay attention These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades If you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss, promise you won't rob
name New car, new house, and sometimes friends change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's And your life story
own sorrows Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is [Chorus] [Verse 3 - The Game] I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob
blowin' fuckin' group that ever lived in rap Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth Yo, tell 'em how your life is son How your life is yo? My life
? What can I say? Oooh, how will it feel? How will it be? How will it be? What can I do? Keep it old school like black and white, spit the facts of life
' war stories who dead and who locked up Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black
me crazy Wherever you goin', baby girl just take me 'Cause I'm so taken, if you taken I'm just sayin' baby, I'm just sayin' Hello Brooklyn, what's your story
, my turf My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth I don't need nobody comin' in my territory Tryin' to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin' sob stories
, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild, struck down in the street I'm strapped for the brawl, story
*two gun shots* It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic Grew up in the world alone God forgot about them, hmm Forced to fend for themselves In the