so homeboy that's what's up Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up
so homeboy that's what's up [Chorus] Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up
Übersetzung: Lil 'Rob. Back Up.
homeboy that's what's up [Chorus] Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up
had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back
of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz
don't even care I got kicks up in my closet I ain't neva even wear If I get sum on da bottom I'm puttin on anotha pair Savage 2 up in da stores tell dem
the front, 2 niggaz in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then i start thinkin', i should rob
a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up
got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we
Bizzy] I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming
planet Rob won't do for you I'ma pick u up in my Phantom Babe Hit the club and go jukin babe Drink a lil somethin, sing a lil somethin And roll out
got the Lambo in the back Tell you ?we the best forever? DJ Khaled handle that I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Noreaga I'm talkin' Noreaga
they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin that Promise you
: [Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy) 2x] I rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank
strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes 1 While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break
still runnin with cats that rob From the era of XL 80's and hatchback Saabs (SAME GAME!) Operation for this "Industry Lockdown" We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up
