Rob I'm on that and run the point like Jason [Kidd], god It's one thing to be all hood I guess its safe to say, (what?), so far so good Black [Hook]
mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge Fam, that was 9-5, man fuck the past See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man [Chorus One] He's Black Rob
to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card A lotta shit I do is off the hard and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob
Mystery, become a place in history Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown And if we're not totally through Then you'll be left black and blue Man these black
I'll get Jug to come see you tomorrow with bats grenades And like all sorts of infa-red gats with lasers Hacksaws swords and sabers Black cord mask all black
up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand
shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black
the War Report (port) Niggaz make it out the hood, it's a small reward (ward) We all fucked up and mauled cause that's all we saw (alright) Tryin' to rob
, Rob Report) [singer] Chase your dreams... [R.Report] It's the R-O-B [E.Tualo] Rob Report [R.Report] with GZA [E.Tualo] and Esera Tualo [R.Report] Yeah
outburst your honor I have an original copy of the police report January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught The forensic report states there
Chorus "Murderer" Blood is on you shoulder Buju gimme di money & Report it tomorrow Tek Mad Cobra Drop top a Southboro Mi mek Frisco walk Like him a disco Rob
her I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, and I'm filthy, c'mon (chorus) [black rob (puffy)] I be the eastside soprano, rob marciano
fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh, you the black
my disciples I'm the type to crew smoke two and synas wit my G's I'll hunt you like Arnold hunts Sarah Connors Primadonnas big tymers, playa, and rob reports
a rapper turned rock star What, what, what, what, I'm a rapper turned rock star Yo, yo, yo I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car What y'all? The black
's gotta give, Big Boi You can trot around the planet or watch it on the news Sombody's getting shot, the weather man's looking confused He's reporting
mystery, become a place in history Force come shot down with some brothers from uptown And if we're not totally through Then you'll be left black and blue Man these black
reinforcements, the Four Horsemen Take a big piece of chalk an' draw a line across the stage pulpit I dare a motherfucker to cross it I?ll even call my man, Black Rob
