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Black Rob - B.R. lyrics
Black rob BR black rob BR i am about to set the record straight its 99 time to let them know yo aiyo yo yo its kill or be killed my skillz leavin them chilled on ice like twice when i flash my steel they cant touch wont touch never touch driving around with the toast closely gripped never bust puffin dust like fiends i mean i wanna green ya shit ya shifty cop the big eight fifty with the gleam full of cut throughts wit enough notes to write a fuckin book take a good fucking look at these bad guys stay madd fly madd high in the ford expidie and i dont expect to die on some humble shit i am on some rumble shit when its on you should see the shit i come through with if you scared by dog release the four by fours i heard the fagot ass don died and he shit in his draws on the streets black good like allstate ya all fake just got paper fuck it i want some more cake ya faith in my hand now ya nervous man and drive my brains qucik fast at ya service my brother curtis squezze gats to celliums i make it where you cant escape the parra bedlums i tell some live ya life like puff did i did enough biz ask any body i am rough kid i snuff kids you should see their fight in fear cap head butting i wind up bitting their ear yea, its my year all jokes aside smoke ya lie pray to b close to i close ya eye knowing ya supposed to die supposed to fry thugs they supposed to cry now when i came in i came here wit nutin but raw hardcore and smack money drip at the door yo whut? how badboy supposed to be? who ever got beef wit the black i am gonna see ya'll |
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