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Black Rob
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Yo look clown, I come through put it down
Keep thinking that you hard, take a look around
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
And when it go down, my hoes do the same thing
We all in the same gang, we all willing to bang
Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim
BR's evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases
It's real, you'd rather bet your life than face me
I mean I got this rap thing locked with more cake than Tasty
Like the fiendish, the title I hold I won't relinquish
And this type shit you should distinguish
And one phone call and I'll extinguish
I mean this, you seen this
Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur
I'mma destroy my next challenger
B. Rob, high post MC
Quick to spray Raid on the roach MC
So don't be approaching me without the cross and rosary
Who this nigga supposed to be? I blast him in the open B
Damn Black, how you do that there?
Cause we don't care, I'll take 'em there
Last night I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six fifths, thou's and ten dimes a 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Y'all niggas heard the first verse, no doubt shit banging
Verse two, make sure none of y'all left hanging
Got honeys loving this shit too, boo I'm with you
Long as you know my pants don't fit you
My nigga look, understand why he shook
Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guiness Book
Check all the records I set, it's major
Check the cassettes I wreck with flavor
Fuck the occasion, gun stay pon cocked
Born to an ock, hold shit down like Fort Knox
Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox
But y'all barely understand the shit I did with The LOX
Give me the props, I'm trying to set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out to the park to share
So y'all can see how it used to be, I'm looking toward the future
See Black is here to stay, it's time y'all got used to me
Puff said Black ain't trying to fit in
Up and down the coast, can't count the spots I did in
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I hear the beat and swing a note as if my name was Teddy Pender
Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in the blender
I want y'all to feel hardcore, nothing tender
Blessing this mic for as long as I remember
Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uh, you must be stupid
If I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped it
I looped it, this fly shit from mi bodega
Me and Yogi and Harpier from "You Don't Know Me"
I dare you to come against me, run against me
Use yo' gun against me, you finito, finished
I seen wildcats diminish
Fold and fall, bad boys known to ball
Internationally I'm saying actually I have to be
The next cat to go and sell a million records casually
So prepare yourself for the storm
Nineteen nine nine it's on, and I'm just getting warm
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