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Onyx

Rob and Vic

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*two gun shots*It`s a story about two brothers, Rob and VicGrew up in the world aloneGod forgot about them, hmmForced to fend for themselvesIn the Rotten Apples of New York CityThis story takes place, in 1993How many nigs did we get so far? I couldn`t care to count Just snatch em up quickIf he scream, I`ma put him out I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UPso I can dig him outWent 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 hearinYou 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 togetherCause this little bit of stickup loot ain`t lastin us foreverDesperate, on the edge with no place to goWe can`t go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we knowChorus: *sung*For the love of money, people will rob from each otherFor the love of money, people will steal from their motherFor the love of money, people will kill their own brother.. Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beatI`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 hardHeard 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 houseCouldn`t pass up a jooks like this anyday Anywayon our way there, I`m feelin bad vibes Yo kid don`t say thatThat`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 meWhat? 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 feel In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIEWait and chillWe 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 DOORoff the hinges Bust shots rightOnly thing I saw was a nigga four-four His gun jammedHe tried to run and, reach for a knifeShot 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 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 out and we went for selfChorus Yo, we fuckin came off!Word The plan was splendid `Cept we got all this money, and can`t even spend itShh, let`s disappear Yea yeaAnd be outta this placeSo much dirt and shit we did it`s hard to show our faceSo we bounced out of town and went down to Miami Cause most those cats we crabbed was like familyNow me and you beefin, nah it can`t be trueIt all started when all we had was just me and youNow 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 StoutThinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tightHalf-assed cars, down to dirt bikes Hopin everything will go right, with the snow whiteand in number spots that flow all nightUp 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 wannaerase me Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that`s why they raided the blockNow 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 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! *gun blasts*Chorus cont. with - Don`t let money change you.. - before fade

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