Rob Ya People lyrics

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
What do you do?
When you see the 45 pointed right at you?
Be scared, and [?]
Just take off your jewls
What do you do?
When the 5th c*cked back and start busting at you?
I see fear
And I
Make you run out of your shoes
What do you do?
When the b*tch say that the child look like you?
I say it's not true
You lieing
b*tch, I wore a condem with you
What do you do?
When we stop getting money and eat your food?
Just be awhere
That there's nothing you can do

[Chorus: Chauncey “Black” Hannibal]
I'll rob ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll clap ya people
Yеah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yеah yeah yeah
And I'll keep moving
You better be [?]
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
[?] killing sh*t in the passed
Tell me how these bullets feel, sizzling in your ass?
Now my gun barol ugly like Herman the Munster
Murk a n*gga, leave they body by the side of the dumpster
Most of the time, a n*gga stack and count my riches
See I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas, I f*ck with b*tches
Getting head from a [?] b*tch, granting my wishes
f*cking around, til I feel like f*cking my misses
Up inside of the [?]
Running right through them, and them b*tches who clap a n*gga for me, it's nothing to them
My [?] b*tch don't waste no time and blast on a n*gga
My [?] b*tch [?] on a n*gga
My [?] b*tch pull out a Glock on a n*gga
My [?] throw a hot pasta on a n*gga
f*ck around, and I'ma send b*tches to move on [?] n*gga
But f*ck around [?]

[Chorus: Chauncey “Black” Hannibal]
I'll rob ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll clap ya people
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I'll keep moving
You better be [?]