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Intro:Rob Blow... gonna let you niggaz know...about alot of thingz, and it`s onChorusI`m about to tell you bout alot of thingzRob Blow`s gonna tell you bout alot of thingzI`m about to tell you bout alot of thingzRob Blow`s gonna tell you bout alotz of thingzVerse One:I want everyone to recognizethe suprise, sunrise, bout ta dieThey had to take a break, and escapethose who like to take a little peek at meI mean the way I speak, I don`t cheat but I teachEvery kind of lesson, you could imagineTrue young brotha I don`t be braggin about the jackinman I`m not lyinYou gotta catch me on the night, when I be fryinyou can ask the Ave. for the Fulton Street mobThere`s no time for fun, I just do my jobJackin people equal to the pattened people sequelsRob Blow`s gonna tell you bout alot of thingzI remember one day, nigga tried to take my ringWith no strings attached, it was a grudge matchbattle of the tough guys took placeFive-O came, and it turned into a raceRunnin block for block, droppin rocksI looked at the other nigga, he got shotand I got away, straight headin for the parkStayed and kept quiet, till it got dark40 oz. -- that was on my mindBad luck though, I forgot to grindNow they got a place to trace for the base that I droppedA dope fiend got mopped by a copthey thought it was his maneCause he was sittin there with my dope in his handcan`t you understand? My partner`s little fucked offbut I`m still the bossCallin shots, makin plots on any MCWho even take a chance to try meYeah. I was just walikin through mindin my ownIn some park, some niggaz was sparked in the darkThey caught me slippin, I can`t lieone hit me in the eye. I stood there, I`m not about to runbut there was three of them, and one had a gunNow I can`t fight back without my MacI couldn`t attack, because the punk was packedI`m jacked... for the first timeI wasn`t the one who invented the crimeSo in this rhyme, I`m bout to let you knowthem niggaz tried to jump Rob BlowNow I gotta go back to the Moe, where I belongJ-stone is on. Get two toneand do the routine, J killa, B house from the Avenue crewEightball wassup? Can`t you hear me man?Go get the gat, and take the 40 out your handI love all my niggaz, I could never be a traitorIllyad, as a fact, like my nigga Dark RaiderIn a different place, but I still catch a caseI caught a case before, I`ll catch one moreThat`s when little niggaz gonna hit the floorthey started the war, with a Fillmoe niggaand I`m mean, I`ll throw they ass in the guillotinemercy mercy mercy, that is what they gonna be sayinLike red so be dead instead for the fedsTo look upon the paperwork at homeSo now I`m gonna flirt with the mini skirtnice size legs, pop her head while they asses in the dirtRob Blow`s gonna tell you bout alot of thingz (Rob Blow)Verse Two:As you look into my eyes, destructionYouse a fool, thinkin I’m the one that you can doKnowin I`m the one wrapped up straight through the trunkpoppin motherfuckers real quick, you bitchand if you not on my side youse a trickR-A-Tree, go sell yo meat.And I`ll start usin that fuckin jimmybitches and the niggaz hangin out at the partyI was rollin real ill, sippin off the grand martytill a little sucka put his salt in my gameDon`t know the real deal wassup with the nigga with the fame?Back in the days at the age of 11I was coppin houses, had rocks straight sellinRollin in the cutty pain black peanut butter topRollin through, smokin dank, sellin that high... what?A little somethin to remember... plain and simple unless you want one to the templeI`m doin down & dirty, dirty dozen was his nameI got game and fame and glorySome of these niggaz got some weak ass storiesno poetry, it`s all make believeand they always be talkin about they got a gat up they sleevebut they need some common senseAnd if they wasn`t aware, get ready to be lynchedbecause I`m serious about this drama shitI`m way past being a menace....(so what is this?)(Chorus)Outro:We`re talkin about alotz of thingzlotz n lotz n lotz of thingzAnd it`s on till the break of dawnRob BlowAbout alot of thingzabout to tell you bout alot of thingzRob Blow bout ot tell you bout alot of thingzMuch love to you Bigga Figga!Hostin, roastin, off some top notch dankWhat`s goin on playaz? (up outta here)That was Rob Blow, for the 94, down with the Get LowStright out of the motherfuckin Moe TownWe got to be on pound, you know what I`m sayinup here in the get low studiosTip toe through the Moe, you know what I`m sayinand get low with my hoeRob Blow`s bout to tell you about alot of thingz, cause it`s onTill the break of dawn don`t ya see me?Rob Blow, Rob BlowYou suckas can`t fuck with the Get Low!And it`s on, and we outta here once again(we up outta here main, peace)

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