Trackmasters - How to Rob lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro: The Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G - n***a R.I.P P.A.C - R.I.P Enough of that sh**, it's time to O.D, one time [Verse 1: 50 Cent] The bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'mma rob and steal You better recognize, n***a, I'm straight from the street These industry n***as is starting to look like something to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, ''You want to see her again? Get your a** down to the nearest ATM'' I have dreams of f**ing an R&B b**h But I wake up early and bounce with all her sh** When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that n***a anytime Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my 9 Since these Harlem World n***as seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man" Mason Betha, haha, come up off that watch now, I mean right now The only excuse for being broke is being in jail An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell I'd rob ODB, but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the 9 I'd follow Fox in the drop for 4 blocks Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped What, Jigga just sold like 4 milli, got something to live for Don't want a n***a putting 4 through that Bentley Coupe door I'll manhandle Case like "dope, get on the ground You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?" I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum sh** around me I'm a klepto, nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school sh** Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight a** mink I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run This n***a weigh 400 pounds, how he gonna catch me, son? [Hook: The Madd Rapper] x2 This ain't 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 an industry n***a? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'll catch P and Silkk The Shocker right after the Grammy's And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound Like you give me the cash, you put the hot dog down I figured it out, n***as been robbing Joe before That's why his a** don't wanna be a player no more My attitude while robbing J.D., f** you, pay me Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie I'm on that Treach sh**, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue, man, his sh** did well I wanna stick TQ, but his sh** ain't sell I hit the studios, take n***as' j**els and leave Catch Rae, Ghost and RZA for them funny a** rings Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three I'll beat your a** like that white boy on MTV Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up f** the cab, the coroners picking 'em up Heavy tried to hide his sh**, hey n***a I saw you He said "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep One at a time, get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your sh** like it's mine? I'mma keep sticking n***as until I'm living I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee That n***a still eating off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enough, I told him "gimme some more" Is you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people [Hook] [Outro: The Madd Rapper] For real, yo, you know what I'm saying? n***as got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry n***a or a regular n***a or a b**h It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down 50 Cent ain't f**ing around, Trackmasters ain't f**ing around Crazy Cat ain't f**ing around, The Madd Rapper ain't f**ing around You know what I'm saying? So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not