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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
Poke & Tone
Programming
Madd Rapper
Additional Vocals
George McCrae
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Barnes
Composer
Harry Wayne Casey
Composer
Richard Finch
Composer
50 Cent
Composer
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Composer
Poke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke & Tone
Producer
Jason Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Y'all know who this is, boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do, Brooklyn-style, boy
You know what I'm saying?
RIP B-I-G
I got my **** 50 Cent
****, RIP P-A-C
Yo, this is how it feel, how to rob an industry ****, yo
RIP, enough of that shit
Yo, don't take this shit serious
It's time to OD, one time
'Cause we just walking the fuck out
But y'all can take it how you want it, word
[Verse 1]
Ay, yo, the bottom line is
I'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell
I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, ****
I'm straight from the street
These industry **** is starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim, tell Puff
"You wanna see her again?
Get ya ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams of fucking a R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure
Son, it ain't even funny
I'm 'bout to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight? I can get the **** anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my 9
Since these Harlem world **** seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell 'em, "Tell ya man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now
I mean, right now
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB, but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him, run, and toss the 9
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just sold like four milli? Got something to live for
Don't want a **** putting four through that Bentley Coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah, like, "Bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gon' protect you now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun
Snatch his piece, then run
This **** weigh four hundred pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?
Huh?
[Chorus]
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry ****?
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry ****?
[Verse 2]
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker
Right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass
Down in Miami
Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash, you put the hot dog down"
I figured it out
**** been robbing Joe before
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing JD? Fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat with 'em
DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios, take ****'s jewels and leave
Catch Rae, Ghost and RZA for them funny-ass rings
Tell Sticky, "Give me the cash 'fore I empty three
I'll beat ya ass like that white boy on MTV"
Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
Fuck the cab, the coroners picking him up
Heavy tried to hide his shit
Hey, ****, I saw you
He said, "Why you robbing me?
I got nothing but love for ya"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all
He said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
One at a time, get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the 9 and
Walk off with your shit like it's mines?
I'ma keep sticking **** until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash, like Robin Givens
I'm hungry, for real, I'm 'bout to stick Mister Cee
That **** still eating off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flip Mode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I told him
"Gimme some more"
If you feeling this?
Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people
[Chorus]
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry ****?
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry ****?
[Outro]
Yo, yo, for real
Said, this the Madd Rapper, know what I'm saying?
And for real, you know what I'm saying
**** just gotta get stuck up
Yo, that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry ****, or a regular ****
Or a bitch, it really don't matter
If you got it, and I need it, I want it
You know what I'm saying?
That's just how it goes down
50 Cent ain't fucking around
Trackmasters ain't fucking around
Crazy cat ain't fucking around
The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around
You know what I'm saying?
So, watch your back
Watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses
'Cause we gon' get you, whether you like it or not
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Deric Angelettie, Harry Wayne Casey, Poke, Richard Finch, Samuel Barnes