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Black Rob

Genres: Hip-Hop

Muscle Game Lyrics - Black Rob

Yeah 

Uh, uh oh 

Startin' to feel this 

Startin' to feel it 

 

[Black Rob] 

Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here? 

Yo, dog, don't even go there 

This is ours; we built this from the ground on up 

Now it's flowers; I think you best a round on up 

Your entourage - slim chance of y'all gettin' large 

It's non-cipher; that's because B.R.'s in charge 

It's set here; cats is known for gettin' wet here 

And left here, till the cops come pick us up 

 

[Mark Curry] 

Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin' your luck 

Intrudin' wishes is already sowed up; nigga fold up 

You and your crew and peoples will get slain 

This ain't the place to try and gain fame from 

You gets burnt in the streets a nigga worked hard to make 

And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it 

Alive for his own sake; they better vacate 

Promptly, 'fore they get they ass stomped 

Listen, take heed to what we sayin', niggas 

 

[Chorus] 

We won't lie; sometimes we stick 'em up 

Last time, it was enough, though word life some hos did 'em up 

And nine glocks set 'em up 

I know it was your dough 'cause I was right there when they split it up 

I could tell you where to find the corpse 

But that cheddar - I'm afraid, dog, that's gone forever 

 

[Mark Curry] 

Greed for wealth got us stingy 

We got a spot that's hot 

Niggas envy the fact that we clock mad dough 

They want to see us shut down, but, no 

I don't think so; the crew is still rakin' the cash flow 

For every dime bag sold on this block, we want in 

One slug behind the back; it's under the skin 

When niggas try to step to the block and Bogard 

We can't see it happenin' 

Warn them first; get the fuck out of dodge 

Better believe that; test it 

See if we won't put you on your back, niggas 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Black Rob] 

Now bein' that it's all out war 

I'm bringin' more than that four-by-four 

Watch me dispose of all y'all 

Y'all fraud ass niggas 

Tape me reboard ass niggas 

Gun bigger than sword ass niggas 

Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns 

Two at a time, comin' for mine 

Like a song, nigga, CBS, he can't be serious finesse 

He don't believe I keep a gun in the vest 

 

[Mark Curry] 

You think you can disgrace this empire we built from scratch? 

You stupid; I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is 

We got defense on this area; try to attack 

Mad niggas on the barriers that's dyin' of blast back 

There be no givin' and no takin', definitely no breakin' 

Laws we lay down; here's the situation 

Severe torture is what those who don't feel us face 

I show no love for a punk-ass nigga we hate 

Try to pay me no bribe, then come up missin' 

Happens to hard-headed niggas when they don't listen 

I gave you fair warnin' 'bout the danger you're messin' with 

A stranger invadin' the street corners are goners 

Try me, if you think it's a lie, the attitude many niggas had 

But in the process many die 

Thinkin' they can step to the block and Bogard 

And couldn't see it happenin' 

Warned 'em first: get the fuck outta dodge 

 

[Chorus] 

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