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Correct How To Rob With Rob Lyrics
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Correct How To Rob With Rob
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Now, I never been a crook Grew up in the hood off the Av. Meadowbrook Had always been shook when it came to the gun play Tried to stay up out the way until one day The homie showed up on the porch Reached in his pants, in his hands had a torch The heater, the burner, the chop - let me stop A taped up Chrome .38, not a Glock Put his finger on the trigger, put it to my head and pulled it I flinched, nothing happened cause he didn't have no bullets I punched him in the chest, I said "you play too much" It was the homie Killer Robbie, didn't say too much He said he had to put me on to this lick we could hit Do it real quick and we can split with a grip Usually, he would've never fucking brought this to me He knew I was a square but he knew I needed money I'd been saving for these Tech 1200's and This new mark mixer that he knew I really wanted Confronted with this opportunity, what to do? All I needed was a couple more hundreds, I was cool So it's off to the strip well-known as Melrose Every single bone in my body saying "hell no" We mobbing on foot, no whip When we got to Beverly I was shook as shit Now I'm thinking, "maybe I should turn back I could work with my moms at the cleaners, earn that" Now I'm in the alley, standing with a hoodie on Rob saying I should feel lucky that he put me on Name ain't Robber but we all call him Rob Cause he rob motherfuckers like a full time job So I probably wasn't as nervous as I should've been Walked to the door of the store and he pushed me in Grin on his face, like he was at ease Pointed a gun at the clerk, told him get down on his knees Didn't see him as he quickly went and grabbed the twelve gauge 'Till he turned around and jammed it into my motherfucking face Rob pulled the trigger and the gun went click Jig is up, now we sitting there holding our dicks Young, dumb, full of cum and ready to run For my life but he said "hold tight 'till the cops come" Fuck outta here, made a right doing light speed Hid behind a dumpster in the alley, was a tight squeeze Heard the cops say "freeze" and heard some shots Then I thought about Rob and I thought "probably not" I hid in the alley for like four more hours When I finally walked home, I was feeling like a coward Took a shower, passed out, face covered in tears It was so surreal, everything felt weird If not for God's grace, I'd be a dead motherfucker Woke up the next morning, went to work with my mother Earned enough for my turntable set that summer And I put Rob on my first mixtape cover Ah!
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