Black Rob

Black Rob - I Dare You songtekst

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(Uh, Harlem Underworld)
 To come against me
 (Harlem Underworld)
 I dare you
 (Black Rob)
 To defeat me
 (Watch the whole thing unfold)
 I dare you
 (From 100th street)
 To come for me
 (To 200th)
 You won't win
 (Manhattan)
 Nigga's got me sittin' on the roof
 Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof
 Hand on toes, 'bout to roast
 Some kids who flash like they assassins
 Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin'
 Got the spot on lock
 Taking flicks around the corner
 She made it where the spot ain't hot
 Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll
 They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo
 There they go in front of the store
 Dressed in black shit
 Some like theys are meaner
 If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em
 Can't even do one thing, assassinate 'em
 That's it, that's all, solo
 Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo
 Money caught one in his Kangol
 D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door
 Caught 'em in the 'gaitor shoes his girl probably bought 'em
 Too bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him
 Cuz Nigga's like that don't deserve to live
 Word the myth
 And we ain't got no love to give
 For these drop shots who wanna be down
 Wanna be clowns, the fail ones
 I like how all that good shit sounds
 And I dare one
 I dare you
 To come against me
 I dare you
 To defeat me
 I dare you
 To conquer me
 You won't win
 Nigga, I sleigh, you pray, kill that ass uptown
 Dump yo' bitch ass back around your way
 When I'm in one of those moods I can give a fuck
 I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin' roof
 I hear voices calling me, givin' me fits
 Singing tonight's the night Black Rob, let's write these hits
 In the halls of death, you get left, I'm in the top 10
 Even Rocky trainer and his wife said you can't win
 Scream battle, but you never fought
 That's like me sayin' I got five, never ran a full court
 Stab the devil in his belly, took his Pelle Pelle
 Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele
 I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states
 Mad we seen 'em, different cake
 Rob me, tear that asshole out of place
 Cuz in the end I'm the head case you gotta face
 And I dare one
 I dare you
 To come against me
 I dare you
 To defeat me
 I dare you
 To conquer me
 You won't win
 It feels good not to be dealin' with petty cash
 Me and D-Dot all we seein' now is ready cash
 And ready ass, splash in the Jacuzzi
 Honey from the movies, south notch cutie
 Used to go to Harrah with D after the homecomin'
 On my way from Kakalaka
 Me and Merse was gun running
 Musta done something all conspicuous
 Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this
 Ridiculous sayin' these cats don't love Black
 This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed to be at
 Lemme know where to put your rosary at
 My enemies, I let 'em get a load of me gat
 Fine, you don't believe Black real official
 Playa way, get your ma's cake, and kiss you
 You leavin', wasn't part of this plan
 Understand it's all about the Bengi's man
 And I dare one
 I dare you
 To come against me
 I dare you
 To defeat me
 I dare you
 To conquer me
 You won't win
 I dare you
 To come against me
 I dare you
 To defeat me
 I dare you
 To come for me
 You won't win
 I dare you
 To come against me
 I dare you
 To defeat me
 I dare you
 To conquer me
 You won't win
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Publisher: Bad Boy Entertainment

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

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