Rob and Vic Onyx (Ft. Choclatt Jared)
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[Intro: Sticky Fingaz]
(*Gun shots*)
It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them
Hmm, forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York City
This story takes place in 1993
[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count, just snatch 'em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to shut him up
So I can dig him out, went in his pockets
And got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold (*Shot*) in his eyes without carin'
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin'
"You ain't really have to kill him"
Yo God he moved, but I lied
Damn, there's our sixth stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me? I'ma slide
[Pre-Chorus: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
'Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
(*Gun shots*)
It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about them
Hmm, forced to fend for themselves
In the Rotten Apples of New York City
This story takes place in 1993
[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count, just snatch 'em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
I put the heat to his face to shut him up
So I can dig him out, went in his pockets
And got the cash in some big amounts
I looked him dead cold (*Shot*) in his eyes without carin'
If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin'
"You ain't really have to kill him"
Yo God he moved, but I lied
Damn, there's our sixth stick-up turned homicide
So? That's the way our momma died
Is you with me? I'ma slide
[Pre-Chorus: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
'Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
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