B.R. Black Rob (Ft. G-Dep)

[Intro]
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR
'Bout to set the record straight, man (the world's famous)
It's '99 man, time to let them know man

[Verse 1: Black Rob]
Yo aiyo yo yo
It's kill or be killed
My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice
Like Vince Price when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't touch
Never touch
Drivin' around with the toast in they 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 fuckin' look at these bad guys
Stay mad fly, mad high
In the Ford Expedi' 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 a dog release the four by fours
I heard when faggot ass Don died 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
Y'all faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast, at ya service
My brother Curtis, squeeze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra, bedlums
I tell some, live yo life like Puff did
I did enough biz, ask anybody I'm rough kid