50 Cent - How To Rob An Industry n***a lyrics

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, R.I.P P A C R.I.P n***as that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal You better recognize, n***a, I'm straight from the street These industry n***az starting to look like something to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your a** down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of f**ing an R an' B b**h And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your sh** 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 that n***a anytime Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World n***az seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What, Jigga just sold like 4 mil'? He got something to live for Don't want no n***a putting four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like b**h, get on the ground You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna protect you now? I been scheming Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum sh** 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** Right now I'm bent and when I get like this, I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight a** mink I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run This n***a weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son? This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry n***a? This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry n***a? I'll catch P and Silkk, The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy with the pound Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I figured it out been robbing Joe before That's why his a** don't wanna be a playa no more Mad at you, I'm robbing J.D. f** you, pay me Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homey I'm on that Treach sh**, I do my 'Dirt All By My Lonely' I should rob Clue, man, his sh** did well I wanna stick TQ but his sh** ain't sell I hit the studios, take sh** and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny a** rings Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I empty three I'll beat your a** like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking them up n***a get capped coroners picking him up Heavy tried to hide his sh**, n***a try to stall ya He said "Why you robbing me I got 'Nuttin But Love' for ya 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 We 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** like it's mine? I'ma keep sticking n***as until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real, I'm' bout to stick Mister C That n***a still eating off Big's 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' Is you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's People This ain't serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry n***a? For real, yo, you know what I'm saying? n***as got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry n***a or a regular n***a It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't f**ing around Track Masters ain't f**ing around Crazy Cat ain't f**ing around The Madd Rapper aint f**ing around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book Watch your pockets, watch everybody on the train Watch everybody on the bus 'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not