mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade Mad
for a long time burnin' like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
all night but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer, crime rhyme dealer Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob
streets taught me everything; i trained myself did wrong so long, didn't know nothin' else then while i grew up like --- think every man's worth is in himself glad as well, but im mad
a house I'm a house nigga She bad [Kidd Kidd] Yeah K-I double D Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad
deep, thats when she run she rob me, with no gun i held her with no ??????? last night though, we had big fun when she mad she say "no son" but when im mad
and went in daytime It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes Don't lend, niggas mad
Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style with a piece of shit car With two 45's bout to rob
came here for, this is 354 What you tryna get some gas or some shit from the store But nobody asked these motherfuckers what do they want It was bitin, mad
music like that Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like
the car, I got hash in the car Look at ass they chick, I got ass in they jar I'm tired of these hoes tryin' to tell Kwon to go and rob I'm a gangsta
body, I am rough kid Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh, uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh, uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob
Featuring mark curry & mario winans Yeah Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it [black rob] Yo who these cats think they is, takin they
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
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
about guidelines Do what I wanna do, when I wanna do it You-you ain't like what I'm doin', you ain't got to I ain't mad at ya, but eventually You gon
