Rob And Vic

Текст песни ONYX - Rob And Vic <br/> *two gun shots*<br /><br />It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic<br />Grew up in the world alone<br />God forgot about them, hmm<br />Forced to fend for themselves<br />In the Rotten Apples of New York City<br />This story takes place, in 1993<br />( )<br />How many nigs did we get so far?<br /> I couldn't care to count<br /> Just snatch em up quick<br />If he scream, I'ma put him out<br /> I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP<br />so I can dig him out<br />Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts<br /> I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin<br /> If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin<br />You ain't really have to kill him<br /> Yo God he moved -- but I lied<br />Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide<br /> So? That's the way our momma died<br /> Is you with me I'ma slide<br /><br />[both]<br />So we slid, had to get our gameplan together<br />Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever<br />Desperate, on the edge with no place to go<br />We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know<br /><br />Chorus: *sung*<br /><br />For the love of money, people will rob from each other<br />For the love of money, people will steal from their mother<br />For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..<br /><br /> Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat<br />I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me<br /> Supposedly<br />we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat<br /> But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart!<br />Son frontin so hard<br />Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card<br />His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse<br /> She said he the mad stash at the house<br />Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday<br /> Anyway<br />on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes<br /> Yo kid don't say that<br />That's when we bumped heads<br />with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic<br />The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic<br /> Yo don't panic, trust me<br />What?<br /> I jump back and bust em<br /> Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield<br /> Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel<br /> In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE<br />Wait and chill<br />We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later<br />in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor<br /> Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR<br />off the hinges<br /> Bust shots right<br />Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four<br /> His gun jammed<br />He tried to run and, reach for a knife<br />Shot him in the leg<br /> So think about your life<br /> and tell me where the loot's at<br /> He said, ";I'll tell you just don't shoot black!";<br />With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs<br />to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement<br /> Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way<br /> Had to be at least 500 K<br />Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth<br /> So we put her and the husband out<br /> and we went for self<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br /> Yo, we fuckin came off!<br />Word<br /> The plan was splendid<br /> 'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it<br />Shh, let's disappear<br /> Yea yea<br />And be outta this place<br />So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face<br />So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami<br /> Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family