50 Cent, The Madd Rapper - How to Rob lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is, boy
For real the art of getting robbed
This is how we do, Brooklyn-style, boy
You know what I'm saying?
RIP bIG, nigga, RIP pAC
RIP enough of that shit, it's time to OD
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this
Is how to rob a industry nigga, yo
Don't take this shit serious, though
We just bugging the fuck out one time
But y'all can take it how you want it, word

The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga
I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is starting to
Look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim, tell Puff
''You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM''


I have dreams of fucking a R&B bitch
But I wake up early and
Bounce with all her shit
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 the nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating
Staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World niggas 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
(yeah) probably have to clap him
Run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for
That rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold
Like four mil? He got something to live for
(Uh, huh) don't want a nigga putting four
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 shit 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 shit
Right now, I'm bent, and when
I get like this, i don't think
About to make Stevie J take
Off that tight-ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun
Snatch his piece and run (Uh, huh)
This nigga weigh four hundred pounds
How he gon' catch me, son? Huh?

This ain't serious (Uh, uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
So we rob and steal so
Our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga?
(Tell 'em, son) this ain't serious (Uh, uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Uh, huh)
So we rob and steal so
Our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga?

I'll catch P and Silkk the
Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash you
Put the hotdog down" i figured it out
Niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh, huh)
That's why his ass don't wanna
Be a player no more
My attitude while robbing JD? "Fuck you
Pay me!" (yeah)
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 shit
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios
Take niggas' jewels and leave (Uh, huh)
Catch Rae, Ghost
And RZA for them funny-ass rings (What)
Tell Sticky give me the cash
Before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm
Sticking him up
Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga
I saw you he said
"Why you robbing me? I got
Nothing but love for you!"
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 hit's?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit like it's mines?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz I I Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that
Cash like Robin Givens (yeah)
I'm hungry for real
I'm about to stick Mister Cee
That nigga still eating off Big 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"
If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin
For robbing God's people, what!

This ain't serious (Uh, uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
So we rob and steal so
Our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga?
(Tell 'em, son) this ain't serious (Uh, uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Uh, huh)
So we rob and steal so
Our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga?

Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper
You know what I'm saying?
And for real, you know what I'm saying
Niggas just got to get stuck up
Yo that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you a industry nigga
Or a regular nigga or a bitch
It really 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 fucking around
Trackmasters ain't fucking around
Crazy Cat ain't fucking around
The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around
You know what I'm saying?
So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks
Watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train
Watch everybody on the buses
'Cause we gonna get you whether
You like it or not