Ready

Ready on the left, ready on the right

Yo, BR, what up my dude? (What up? Okay)

Yo, kick that thing you was kickin' in the studio (Aight)

Yeah, y'all want that joint?

'Round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down

Yo, yo, what was that, B? (Scram Jones, I see you, baby)

That was crazy, yo, kick it again (Good lookin', yeah)

Yo, 'round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down (Ooh-wee)

And that's how we approach these dudes

Trying to flow and be gangsters, but they still food

I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man

Big Murph, watch yourself, he'll spoil your plans

I'm the up-top gangster, the star in the hood

One of the few young brothers that ain't scared of Suge

Fam, that was nine-five, man, screw the past

See dudes out there frontin', bodyguards up the ****, man

He's Black Rob, he's okay

Play and you'll get put away

Y'all know how I'm coming through the Source Awards

"Somebody jewels got jacked," man, it must've been yours

Y'all dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth

So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth

Y'all ain't sell no records, made no cash yet

Screw duke, man, my fam is goons in every aspect

So don't get beside yourself

A lot of things gon' be messed up beside your health, man

He's Black Rob, he's a thug

Mess with him you'll get touched up

Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise

That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage

Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus

Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, ocean-omics

I seen green, more green than the Sonics

More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard

The .9 mill' scope, I walk up on a dude and

Put the **** to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope

He's Black Rob, he's our friend

Bang, go pop, we's back again

Aw, man, y'all dudes done got me hype

That's it, we fit the same stereotype

If a dude wanna wild, we can do that, too

F the model joint you with, we can screw that too

Yeah, man, notice I said "We"

She's a J-U-M-P

Man, off top, fam, I got figures

In the game she messin' with all the top ****, it's true

He's Black Rob, he's our man

If he can't do it, no one can

Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash

Alumni, I put the whole name on smash

After this, they gon' wan' lace me plenty

Who's just mad 'cause they can't make a JCPenney

Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious

Black attacks like a pit bull, vicious

It's goin down, fam

I'm about to shake the ground, it's uptown, holla at your man

Ready on the left, ready on the right