ONYX - Rob & Vic lyrics
rate me*two gun shots*<br><br>It's a story about two brothers, rob and vic<br>Grew up in the world alone<br>God forgot about them, hmm<br>Forced to fend for themselves<br>In the rotten apples of new york city<br>This story takes place, in 1993<br><br>How many nigs did we get so far? <br>I couldn't care to count<br>Just snatch em up quick<br>If he scream, i'ma put him out<br>I put the heat to his face to shut him up<br>So I can dig him out<br>Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts<br>I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin<br>If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin<br>You ain't really have to kill him<br>Yo God he moved -- but I lied<br>Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide<br>So? that's the way our momma died<br>Is you with me i'ma slide<br><br>[both]<br>So we slid, had to get our gameplan together<br>Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever<br>Desperate, on the edge with no place to go<br>We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know<br><br>Chorus: *sung*<br><br>For the love of money, people will rob from each other<br>For the love of money, people will steal from their mother<br>For the love of money, people will kill their own brother..<br><br>Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat<br>I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me<br>Supposedly<br>We was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat<br>But since we know where he rest at -- we goin bogart!<br>Son frontin so hard<br>Heard he had a hundred g's alone on his gold card<br>His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse<br>She said he the mad stash at the house<br>Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday<br>Anyway<br>On our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes<br>Yo kid don't say that<br>That's when we bumped heads<br>With vicks that we stuck from way back, up on atlantic<br>The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic<br>Yo don't panic, trust me<br>What? <br>I jump back and bust em<br>Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield<br>Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel<br>In a state to kill I wanna watch him die<br>Wait and chill<br>We got bigger fish to fry, two l's later<br>In a bed-stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor<br>Water hit the skull, ready kick the door<br>Off the hinges<br>Bust shots right<br>Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four<br>His gun jammed<br>He tried to run and, reach for a knife<br>Shot him in the leg<br>So think about your life<br>And tell me where the loot's at<br>He said, I'll tell you just don't shoot black!<br>With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs<br>To the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement<br>Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way<br>Had to be at least 500 k<br>Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth<br>So we put her and the husband out<br>And we went for self<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Yo, we fuckin came off!<br>Word<br>The plan was splendid<br>'cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it<br>Shh, let's disappear<br>Yea yea<br>And be outta this place<br>So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face<br>So we bounced out of town and went down to miami<br>Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family<br>Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true<br>It all started when all we had was just me and you<br>Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you<br>'member when we had the new lex<br>With the two techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin stout<br>Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight<br>Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes<br>Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white<br>And in number spots that flow all night<br>Up to this day it was all tight<br>Man, fuck that!<br>You my little brother and we came out the same pussy<br>But i'ma kill you, you dummy, you fucked up my money!<br>Nah, the money fucked you up<br>Tryin to say the money changed me? <br>What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see<br>What? ? !<br>How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me<br>Fuck that! you cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block<br>Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop<br>Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!<br>Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide<br>Nigga I ain't puttin down shit<br>I'm tellin you let's just chill man<br>Fuck that nigga!<br>It don't gotta be this way man<br>What nigga? it gotta be this way!<br>It don't gotta be like this man!<br>It gotta be nigga!<br>Then go ahead and pull the trigger!!<br>Think I won't? fuck you!<br>You know you ain't gon' do it!<br>Fuck you! *gun blasts*<br><br>Chorus cont. with - don't let money change you.. - before fade
