Schiava di quello che sento di ogni mio presentimento schiava di un pensiero di un concetto di rovistarmi dentro come in un cassetto schiava di
ve sparred It's hard cause I'm God! And comes off the top Don't they know a nigga got flavour Mad cause I'm sharp as a razor Bockin' when I'm walkin',
I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in
about that? 20 deep swormin with gats Whaaat!? [Cam'Ron] Killa Killa uhh Yo, yo, yo I know exactly what's wrong with you And it made me so mad I won'
you this story about being broke Man, being broke sucks. Dude, being broke sucks. I woke up this morning ain?t got no money, only thing in my fridge is Mad
I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom Verse Three: Live Squad Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad To put it on, can't none come tougher see
real as it seems the American Dream Ain't nothing but another calculated schemes To get us locked up shot up back in chains To deny us of the future rob
originally figured. So, he went out and got himself a part time job and on the weekend he hooked up with the homies and got his part time rob on, to
(feat. Big Pokey, Yung Ro) [Hook: Yung Ro x4] Well nigga fuck it (nigga fuck it) Nigga fuck it (nigga fuck it) If you mad so what, well nigga fuck it
the hood man... I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son. I come back from all the talk... I come through, youkno'msayin'? I switch up, I've got mad
me son? [Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob
this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you,
of the ghetto [Chorus] Summertime, every weekend the club packed After 10, if I don't hit ya back, that's where I'm at Me and my folks get mad love
axe Bein' swung by a serial killer maniac Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats They enjoyin' hearin' my album Black dust will get you blast Then throw on a skimask and rob
bottles of beer on the wall timorous Done run akin to the car on the lawn cinder blocks... [Aesop & Rob:] Whether you levitate or bend spoons [x4] [Aesop Rock & Rob
I never did time, committed mad crime Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes Harmonizin on a homicide rap Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch
you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero Akinyele put one in your belly And leave your stomachs looking like the number 0 As a rob like work cause I need mad
