Black Rob

Black Rob - Thug Story songtekst

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Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go...
 Once upon a time not long ago
 when I was outta town movin work with Zo
 I used to bring my nigga B.R.
 and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R
 There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
 by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
 (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock
 Once we kill Rob we takin over the block
 They did the job, but didnt suceed
 When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe
 They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting
 had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin
 One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic
 But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic
 Ran two blocks there was cops all over
 Then I dipped into the building ???
 Banged on the door of apartment 83
 Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me
 Ran to the roof like "Fuck that sista"
 Ask an old man "Can you help me mista?"
 Got to the roof clutchin my four-four
 open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?)
 Black and ?Deaf? now, ain't this proper
 Guns drawn full of ??? toward the helicopter
 Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered
 Body all battered, and clothes all tattered
 Deep in my heart I wanted revenge
 but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again
 Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And)
 Thats the way I gotta end this shit
 He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream
 Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream
 Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
 Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live

 Good night...good night

 Knock 'em out the box Black

 [Black Rob]
 I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
 Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up
 All thats on my mind is revenge revenge
 Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge
 Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
 Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
 He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
 Not knowin that he might get killed himself
 Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I.
 It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye
 he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her
 Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger
 Well in these times, well atleast to me
 No true niggas rollin come in sets of three
 And they won't stop rollin til you let them see
 All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves
 Barely out the crib caught one in the leg
 Couldn't even get my ??? had to leave 'em for dead (Damn)
 That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets
 the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat
 Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze
 By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize
 With some bad asian chick layin between my knees
 While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s
 Greastest hits, this was my latest shit
 Watch how niggas act when they play this shit
 This a lesson, shits for real no dressing
 No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin
 Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack
 All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back
 This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
 Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live

 Good night...good night

 Knock 'em out the box Black

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 Black Rob, the craziest presentation
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Auteur: ?

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Publisher: Bad Boy Entertainment

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

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