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Black Rob - Muscle Game lyrics
featuring Mark Curry & Mario Winans Yeah Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it [Black Rob] Yo who these cats think they is, takin they biz That's roun here, yo dog don't even go there This is ours, we built this from the ground on up Now it's flowers, I think you besta round on up Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin large It's non-cipher, that's because B.R.'s in charge It's set here, cats is known for gettin whet here And left here, till the cops come pick us up... [Mark Curry] Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin your luck Intrudin wishes is already sowed up, nigga fold up You and your crew and peoples will get slain This aint the place to try and gain fame from You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it Alive for his own sake, they better vacate Promptly, for they get they ass stomped Listen take heed to what we sayin niggas CHORUS [Black Rob] We won't lie, sometimes we stick em up Last time it was enough though word life some hoes did em up And nine glocks set em up I know it was your dough, cuz I was right there when they split it up I could tell you where to find the corpse But that cheddar, I'm afraid dog that's gone forever [Mark Curry] Greed for wealth got us stingy, we got a spot that's hot Niggas envy, the fact that we clock mad dough They wanna see us shut down but no I don't think so, the crew is still rakin the cash flow For every dime bag sold on this block we want in One slug behind the back it's under the skin When niggas try to step to the block and bogard We can't see it happenin, warn them first, get the fuck out of Dodge Better believe that, test it, see if we won't put you on your back Niggas CHORUS [Black Rob] Now bein that it's all out war, I'm bringin more than that 4-4 Watch me dispose of all yall Yall fraud ass niggas, tape me reboard ass niggas Gun bigger than sword ass niggas Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin moves like pawns Two at a time, comin for mine Like a song nigga CBS, he cant' be serious finesse He don't believe I keep a gun in the vest [Mark Curry] You think you can disgrace this empire, we built from scratch You stupid, I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is We got defense on this area, try to attack Mad niggas on the barriers that's dyin of blast back They be no givin and no takin, definitely no breakin Laws we lay down, here's the situation Severe torture is what those who don't feel us face I show no love for a punk ass nigga we hate Try to pay me no bribe, then come up missin Happens to hard headed niggas when they don't listen I gave you fair warnin bout the danger you're messin with A stranger invadin the street corners are goners Try me, if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas had But in the process many die Fakin they can step to the block and bogard And couldn't see it happenin, warned em first get the fuck outta Dodge CHORUS |
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