Rob And Vic

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, 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

So we slid, had to get our game plan 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

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 every time 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 niggas 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 it's the way I feel

In a state to kill I want to 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

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

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 wanna erase 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 niggas!

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!

Chorus cont with don't let money change you before fade