Rob and Vic

*two gun shots*

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 U

Pso 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, *blast* 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 liedDamn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide

So? That's the way our momma died

Is you with me

I'ma slide[both]

So we slid, had to get our gameplan 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

Chorus: *sung*

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 everytime

I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat

I'm paranoid, every face

I see I think he after me

Supposedlywe 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 CardHis 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

Anywayon our way there,

I'm feelin bad vibes

Yo kid don't say that

That's when we bumped headswith vicks that we stuck from way back, up on

AtlanticThe way them niggaz 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 *car horn* it's the way

I feelIn a state to kill

I wanna watch him

DIEWait and chill

We got bigger fish to fry, two

L's laterin a

Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor

Water hit the skull, ready

KICK THE D

OORoff 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 lifeand 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 stairsto 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

KNow hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth

So we put her and the husband outand we went for self

ChorusYo, we fuckin came off!

WordThe plan was splendid'

Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it

Shh, let's disappear

Yea yeaAnd 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

MiamiCause 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

Lexwith the two

Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin

StoutThinkin 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 whiteand 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 pussybut

I'ma kill you, you dummy, you

FUCKED UP

MY MONEY!Nah, the money fucked

YOU upTryin 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 wannaerase 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 niggaz!

Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide

Nigga I ain't puttin down

SHITI'm tellin you let's just chill man

FUCK THAT

NIGGA!It don't gotta be this way man

WHAT NIGGA?

IT GOTTA B

E THIS WAY!

IT DON'T G

OTTA BE LI

KE THIS MA

N!IT GOTTA

BE NIGGA!T

HEN GO AHE

AD AND PUL

L THE TRIG

GER!!THINK

I WON'T? F

UCK YOU!YO

U KNOW YOU

AIN'T GON'

DO IT!FUCK

YOU! *gun blasts*

Chorus cont. with -

Don't let money change you.. - before fade