Dangerous niggas, uhh Black Rob shit Y'all don't know? Uhh Uhh dangerous niggas Lil Kim and Black Rob yellow man P Diddy, the moment you all been waitin
made it I remember being faded Remember when i had more than anticipated Got intoxicated I almost got incarcirated Put my petal to the metal Hear me screechin' down the pavement I'm messy lil rob
everybody knows But I'll just relax and go with the flow Bartender I'm ready for another shot and won't stop until I drop Or til somebody calls the cops
fly and my homeboy Mr.Sancho As if you didnt know this is Lil' Rob Putting it down, Low profile style Thats right Yeah Check this out [lil'rob] Lil'Rob
And I still can't wait for Fridays Hey homeboy What's up Haven't you heard the news? What's that? Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno
of weed (Watch me) At the bar bitch, round's on me (Watch me, watch me) Jigga, Jigga shit huh Brooklyn, Brooklyn shit huh (Compton) Gotti, gotti shit huh? (C'mon) Lil' rob
[Intro: Romeo (Lil' D)] Gs Up Cookie Monster J.R. (G.U. Double T.A.) (Gutta in the building homeboy) [Hook x2: Romeo (Lil' D)] Sit n low 24s yes, Suicide
my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob
his toes nigga A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials Keep supplier's name confidential Crooked cops started buckin' at us Made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops
grown man, still livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack
blessing but I'm stressin', smith n wesson Fool testing my nuts, I'm still throwing them up And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin' for drama I found a call
do? [Mr. Shadow] Lets just walk up to 'em Fuck 'em [Lil' Rob] From the sides? [Mr. Shadow] yeah, lets do what we do [Lil' Rob] Lets do it [Lil Rob
cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil
I bet they know This 'lil nigga quick to draw down, and split ya or cut ya throat This 'lil nigga quick to handle his business and quick to creep This 'lil
they tried to rob him, tried to take that niggaz life But he bust them niggaz back, Rob took the robbers life Ride, get high, visualize the moment This is Rob
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin' Lil
would be.. Mr. Big! chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size. Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call