Thug Story Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

Heeeeeeerrrreeee we go... 

Once upon a time not long ago 

when I was outta town movin work with Zo 

I used to bring my nigga B.R. 

and niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R 

There lived a jealous kid that was mislead 

by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead 

(He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock 

Once we kill Rob we takin over the block 

They did the job, but didnt suceed 

When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe 

They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting 

had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin 

One kid grabbed a tech and started sprayin erratic 

But he fell, two slugs from my semi-automatic 

Ran two blocks there was cops all over 

Then I dipped into the building ??? 

Banged on the door of apartment 83 

Some lady start screamin like she was afraid of me 

Ran to the roof like "Fuck that sista" 

Ask an old man "Can you help me mista?" 

Got to the roof clutchin my four-four 

open up the door, yo guess who I saw (Who?) 

Black and Deaf now, ain't this proper 

Guns drawn full of tef toward the helicopter 

Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered 

Body all battered, and clothes all tattered 

Deep in my heart I wanted revenge 

but I let the shit slide til I saw 'em again 

Pulled out my guns and released a clip (And) 

Thats the way I gotta end this shit 

He was only one fiend, tryin to live a thugs dream 

Slugs to the chest, shoulda heard him scream 

Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 

'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath 

Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live 

Good night...good night 

Knock 'em out the box Black 

I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up 

Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up 

All thats on my mind is revenge revenge 

Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge 

Go with the drawers on, man its cold as shit 

Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit 

He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph 

Not knowin that he might get killed himself 

Now wifey being trained by the F.O.I. 

It was horrible, stabbed the otha cat in his eye 

he was screamin tryin grab her actin like he had to have her 

Swept him off his feet but got sliced with the dagger 

Well in these times, well atleast to me 

No true niggas rollin come in sets of three 

And they won't stop rollin til you let them see 

All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves 

Barely out the crib caught one in the leg 

Couldn't even get my boys had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) 

That's cold, yeah I know, but the cold in the streets 

the one who escaped is the one holdin the heat 

Before I breeze grab coke out the freeze 

By the time y'all hear this I'll be somewhere in Belize 

With some bad asian chick layin between my knees 

While I'm blowin off some trees, pumpin B.I.G.'s 

Greastest hits, this was my latest shit 

Watch how niggas act when they play this shit 

This a lesson, shits for real no dressing 

No ?lip? infestin, crab cats I'm addressin 

Bad Boy, the 44 Mag, fresh off the rack 

All you cowards and nasty ass hoes step the fuck back 

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh 

'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath 

Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live 

Good night...good night 

Knock 'em out the box Black 

Thats right 

Black Rob, the craziest presentation 

All you bitches 

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