Tytuł: Rob and Vic

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   two gun shots*
  
  It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic
  Grew up in the world alone
  God forgot about them, hmm
  Forced to fend for themselves
  In the Rotten Apples of New York City
  This story takes place, in 1993
  
  How many nigs did we get so far?
  I couldn't care to count
  Just snatch em up quick
  If he scream, I'ma put him out
  I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP
  so I can dig him out
  Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts
  I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin
  If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin
  You ain't really have to kill him
  Yo God he moved -- but I lied
  Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide
  So? That's the way our momma died
  Is you with me I'ma slide
  
  [both]
  So we slid, had to get our gameplan together
  Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever
  Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
  We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know
  
  Chorus: *sung*
  
  For the love of money, people will rob from each other
  For the love of money, people will steal from their mother
  For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..
  
  Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat
  I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me
  Supposedly
  we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat
  But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!
  Son frontin so hard
  Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card
  His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse
  She said he the mad stash at the house
  Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday
  Anyway
  on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes
  Yo kid don't say that
  That's when we bumped heads
  with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic
  The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic
  Yo don't panic, trust me
  What?
  I jump back and bust em
  Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield
  Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel
  In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE
  Wait and chill
  We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later
  in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor
  Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR
  off the hinges
  Bust shots right
  Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four
  His gun jammed
  He tried to run and, reach for a knife
  Shot him in the leg
  So think about your life
  and tell me where the loot's at
  He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!"
  With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs
  to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement
  Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way
  Had to be at least 500 K
  Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth
  So we put her and the husband out
  and we went for self
  
  Chorus
  
  Yo, we fuckin came off!
  Word
  The plan was splendid
  'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it
  Shh, let's disappear
  Yea yea
  And be outta this place
  So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face
  So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami
  Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family
  Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true
  It all started when all we had was just me and you
  Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you
  'Member when we had the new Lex
  with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout
  Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight
  Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes
  Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white
  and in number spots that flow all night
  Up to this day it was all tight
  Man, FUCK THAT!
  You my little brother and we came out the same pussy
  but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY!
  Nah, the money fucked YOU up
  Tryin to say the money changed me?
  What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see
  What??!
  How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me
  Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block
  Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop
  Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!
  Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide
  Nigga I ain't puttin down SHIT
  I'm tellin you let's just chill man
  FUCK THAT NIGGA!
  It don't gotta be this way man
  WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY!
  IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN!
  IT GOTTA BE NIGGA!
  THEN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!!
  THINK I WON'T? FUCK YOU!
  YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT!
  FUCK YOU! *gun blasts*
  
  Chorus cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - before fade