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Black Rob

Black Rob (born Robert Ross; June 8, 1968) is a rapper who was formerly signed to Bad Boy Records. more »

Year:

1999

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Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go... 
Once upon a time not long ago 
when I was outta town movin work with Zo 
I used to bring my nigga B.R. 
and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R 
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead 
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead 
(He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock 
Once we kill Rob we takin over the block 
They did the job, but didnt suceed 
When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe 
They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting 
had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin 
One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic 
But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic 
Ran two blocks there was cops all over 
Then I dipped into the building ??? 
Banged on the door of apartment 83 
Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me 
Ran to the roof like "F*ck that sista" 
Ask an old man "Can you help me mista?" 
Got to the roof clutchin my four-four 
open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?) 
Black and Deaf now, ain't this proper 
Guns drawn full of tef toward the helicopter 
Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered 
Body all battered, and clothes all tattered 
Deep in my heart I wanted revenge 
but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again 
Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And) 
Thats the way I gotta end this shit 
He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream 
Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream 
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath 
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live 

Good night...good night 

Knock 'em out the box Black 

I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up 
Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up 
All thats on my mind is revenge revenge 
Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge 
Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit 
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit 
He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph 
Not knowin that he might get killed himself 
Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I. 
It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye 
he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her 
Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger 
Well in these times, well atleast to me 
No true niggas rollin come in sets of three 
And they won't stop rollin til you let them see 
All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves 
Barely out the crib caught one in the leg 
Couldn't even get my boys had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) 
That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets 
the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat 
Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze 
By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize 
With some bad asian chick layin between my knees 
While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s 
Greastest hits, this was my latest shit 
Watch how niggas act when they play this shit 
This a lesson, shits for real no dressing 
No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin 
Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack 
All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the f*ck back 
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 
'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath 
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live 

Good night...good night 

Knock 'em out the box Black 

Thats right 
Black Rob, the craziest presentation 
All you bitches 
Bad Boy, Life stories 
Alumni 
Crumbs, crumbs 

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