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 kill or be killed   My skillz 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 fuckin book   Take a good fucking look at these bad guys   Stay madd fly, madd high   In the ford expidie and I don’t expect to die   On some humble shit   I am on some rumble shit   When it’s 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 paid but fuck 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 any body I am 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 fuck with bod, got put on the job   Don’t question it to stars, i’ma 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’ma 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   Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep   I subtract like mad   Don’t make me blad   So I want it all, fuck had   Don’t make me laugh   By all means   Get this money it’s all green   It’s all good   And I wished that y’all would   Man fuck 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 shit 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 nigga   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