G-dep - B.R. lyrics

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G-dep - B.R. lyrics

Black rob, BR Black rob, BR I am about to set the record straight (the world's famous) Its 99 man time to let them know man Verse One: Yo aiyo yo yo Its k** or be k**ed My sk**z leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can't touch Won't touch Never touch Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust Puffin dust like fiends I mean I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a f**in book Take a good f**ing look at these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble sh** I am on some rumble sh** When it's on you should see the sh** I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the f*got a** Don died and he sh** in his draws On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake Just got paid but f** it I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff did I did enough biz ask anybody I'm rough kid Chorus: 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 Verse Two: G-Dep Yo, yo I put a finger in the air For the hearing impaired If you're hearin this fear Than your hearing it cleared Man I f** with bod, got put on the job Don't question it to stars, I'mma put'em in saw Straight gate I suggest you vacate When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk Off the liquor Shot towards you mister Off course it hit you hard It gets hard, I pick the card Any card any problem I'mma hit your squad Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god You think you got it all together Get it ripped apart Man you can't stand the heat Stay up outta the street n***a turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep I subtract like mad Don't make me blad So I want it all, f** had Don't make me laugh By all means Get this money its all green It's all good And I wished that ya'll would Man f** that, security told ya to tuck that Now up that, now that you see where lux at I got the game by the balls And I get all calls So if u play to much I put the sh** on pause 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 BR BR Bad Boy n***a Harlem Underworld Alumni The one guy The gun die Day one Life Stories Black 99 Life Stories I'm here 1999 baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby Bad Boy Bad Boy