Here is a classic 50 Track that started it all…check out some of the lyrics….
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P enough of that, shit, it’s time to OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I’ma crook with a deal
If my record don’t sell I’ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I’m straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I’ll snatch Kim and tell Puff, “You wanna see her again?”
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And I’ll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I’m about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, “Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now”
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can’t make bail if he broke as hell
I’d rob ODB but that’d be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I’d follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don’t want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I’ll man handle Casã like “Duke get on the ground”
You ain’t with Mary no more where gettin chips from now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I’m a klepto nah for real son I’m sick
I’m bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I’m bent and when I get like this I don’t think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I’ll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
