[Intro - Madd Rapper and 50 Cent]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying?


R.I.P B.I.G
^!$$% R.I.P P.A.C

R.I.P. Enough of that %#@!, it's time to O.D

[Verse 1]

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 - ^!$$%, I'm straight from the street

These industry ^!$$%s is starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?"
Get your $$# down to the nearest ATM

I have dreams of $#&@ing an R&B (*##$
But I wake up early and bounce with all her %#@!
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 ^!$$% anytime
Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel from my 9

Since these Harlem World ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 %#@!

Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight $$# mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run

This ^!$$% weigh 400 pounds, how he gonna catch me, son?

[Hook - Madd Rapper]

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 ^!$$%?

[Verse 2]

I'll catch P and Silkk The Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada $$# down in Miami
Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound

Like you gimme the cash, you put the hot dog down
I figured it out: ^!$$%s been robbing Joe before
That's why his $$# don't wanna be a player no more

My attitude at robbing J.D., $#&@ you, pay me
Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey

I'm on that Treach %#@!, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue man his %#@! did well
I wanna stick TQ but his %#@! ain't sell

I hit the studios take ^!$$%s' jewels and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny $$# rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three

I'll beat your $$# like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
$#&@ the cab, the coroners picking em up

Heavy tried to hide his %#@!, hey ^!$$% 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 %#@! like it's mine?
I'mma keep sticking ^!$$%s 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 Mr. Cee
That ^!$$% 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 x2]


[Outro]
For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
^!$$%s got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry ^!$$% or a regular ^!$$%

It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't $#&@in around
Track Masters ain't $#&@in around
Crazy Cat ain't $#&@in around
The Madd Rapper ain't $#&@in around
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