Rob and Vic Lyrics
| Song | Rob and Vic |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Shut 'Em Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Horne, Jones, Sandlin | |
| *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 |
| zuo qu : Horne, Jones, Sandlin | |
| 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 stickup 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 | |
| BedStuy 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 fourfour | |
| 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 | |
| Halfassed 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Horne, Jones, Sandlin | |
| 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 stickup 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 | |
| BedStuy 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 fourfour | |
| 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 | |
| Halfassed 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 |
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