black rob]   Yo, yo   Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from   All we know is he killed keith with the same gun   He used on terrell, tone from outta jail   Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil   Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat   But niggas like him always got the gat   Gotta take ’em off, gotta play them all real soon   Call them hoes we hit in cancoon, get them a room   At the radison over madison   I’m imaginin somewhere down the line im’a have to use my gat again   I’m alright with stayin up all night   And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light   That nigga seen us, you actin like there’s no beef between us   Act like, he ain’t got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co’na   You ? fucked my man? he got me on’na   Whole ’notha level, money grippa’s a gonna’      Chorus [black rob & cee-lo]      Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin’ at us   Actin like they wanna do som’thin to us   Cee-lo, black rob just can’t be touched   I’ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust   In the club one night, war spittin at us   In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush   Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin’ at us   Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin’ at us      [black rob]   Made them hoes approach duke on some how ya doin shit   Small talk made ’em walk out, thinkin with his *silence* (sho’ man)   Just like I thought, he about to get caught   They goin all out in the backseat suckin ’em off   Cee-lo, stay close dogg, we ain’t tryin to lose ’em (alright)   Only thing on my dome is what I’m gon’ do to ’em   He killed keith, I knew that playa since he was small   When he used to ball, and mess with polly down the hall   Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame   Gotta ? fuck him? with his name, im’a put in his brain   But slow down, he’s pullin over, park right behind that nova   If duke wake up, put 36 in his rover, cut the motor   He tryin to draw attention to us   This ain’t the time baby boy, this is about to blow up   Syncronize ya rol’ up, we got one minute to rock it   Murder’s a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it      Chours      [cee-lo]   Just off the plane on a new york vacation ’ang   Come on, lets get gone, nigga it’s on a gang   Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain   We did about two ? ? ? ? ? next lane?    Now feel the pain   And if it’s affectin you it involves me in it   And it’s all great ’cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute   We’ve established innocence, this benz ain’t rigged   Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate   Even the corner cowboy ? ? ? hennesy straight   Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction   I sense tension, here   And some nigga over there’s givin us his undivided attention   Aiyyo rob yo, is that this nigga (who? )   Is that this nigga that been ’round here fuckin with’choo?    Want you want me to do?    Who you want me to run over, and run through?    With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you   We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true   This nigga done did somethin that he can’t undo   And anybody who came here with him deserves one too   Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes   I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed   How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes   Cee-lo, black rob, goodie mob, bad boy, down south   Up top it gon’ stop      Chorus x2