Letras de 50 Cent
Letra de How to Rob an Industry Nigga
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we
do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?
[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G,
R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom
line is I'ma 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 niggaz is startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and
tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Dance your ass down to the nearest
ATM
I have dreams of f*ckin an R&B bitch
But I wake up early and
bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I'm
about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get
that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel of my
nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to
Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch
now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein 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
nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for
that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to
live for
Don't want a nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll
man handle Case like "Dude get on the ground
You ain't with Mary no more
where you getting chips from now?
I been skeamin 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 then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he
gon catch me son?
[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This aint 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 nigga?
[50 Cents]
Ill
catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada
ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you
gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Niggas been
robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad
at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had
his gat with him
DMX wanna get down or will you tell on me
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 shoes and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass
rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass
like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them
up
F*ck a cab the coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, hey
nigga I saw ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin 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
shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livin
I'll rob
Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn
Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still
eatin off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the
floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you
feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin
Gods People
[Madd Rapper]
(chorus)
For real yo you know what I'm
sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't
matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you
got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't f*ckin around
Track Masters
ain't f*ckin around
Crazy Cat ain't f*ckin around
The Madd Rapper aint
f*ckin 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.