Rabz Freestyles

[Rabz]
The art of getting robbed And Clicking them thangs
This is how we do Brooklyn & Yonker's style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob 1 2 3 industrys nigga?

[Rabz]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass be down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I'm RABZ J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People

[Madd Rapper]
(chorus)
For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents & Rabz ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

ToFAT FaT Rhyme...... lol where the star's are that's me the dot's is g-Unit

50:yo check it don't be hard on the thing's they say cuz u know it's a nasty world, i don't fuck wit your panie wave cuz u know u a nasty girl, am never gonna be yur man so let compliment yur eye's..............the reason why is cuz u a FAT, FAT them twinke's got yur all FAT FAT. them cookies got yur ass all FAT FAT that cake got yur hip's all FAT FAT bitch you grown you anit for me haha

****yo every time i see you on treadmaster bitch yur Excerize thing is on level one bitch go a lil faster, yo girl am not gonna lie am tell you how i fell they should handcuff your ass 2 the fuckin trend mill you wanna work out now cuz you know it's getting hot and yur bigg ass feel like it's gonna pop form the bottom 2 the top. find me a chick like ????? it's on, see so fat chick wearing something tight she damn she wrong.

lloyd Bank's 50 Cent :Dont Be hard on the thing's they say cuz you know it's a nasty world I don't fuck wit yur panie wave cuz u know u a nasty girl am never gonna be yur man so let compliment yur eye's. yeah you got nice eye's man but you a big bitch man loll ha.

***FAT That Burgerking got yur ass going FAT FAT, Mc Donald's got yur hip's going FAT FAT them Domino's getting yur ass FAT FAT girl you big you anit for me

***yo i them slim on the waste with perfect taste curve's on the right place a chick with tight hip's ass lips and a tight face, the appetite 2 put down on a nigga salary, you need 2 stop buuring that weav and burn calories ooooooh, yur additude sound like you got hair but please girl u had a pony tail you anit alway's had hair i just wanna see some jean size go down and i'll be around by the way stay away if you 300 pounds ahah.

50:it don't be hard on the thing's they say cuz u know it's a nasty world, i don't fuck wit your panie wave cuz u know u a nasty girl, am never gonna be yur man so let compliment yur eye's........but u still a big bitch man hah

FAT FAT That stacker 2 anit helping man FAT FAT them lil Debbie's that got your ass FAT FAT, them cupcake's that got yur hip's FAT FAT

***yo i anit no trick with the wallet but am a freak in the car bed or in yur closet.**there's nothing wrong with a fat girl if you can cook girl i'll give you the world WHat.****** You could Be Skin Or Fat White Or Black Pussy Is Pussy man we all hit that. i can real care less if you twice my size yeah

Tony yayo, 50 cent: don't be hard on the thing's they say cuz u know it's a nasty world, i don't fuck wit your panie wave cuz u know u a nasty girl, am never gonna be yur man so let compliment yur eye's..............the reason why is cuz u a FAT, FAT them twinke's got yur all FAT FAT. them cookies got yur ass all FAT FAT that cake got yur hip's all FAT FAT bitch you grown you anit for me haha yo my brother would fuck with you Fat hoe's not me man haha Just Stay The Fuck Away from Me Stay away cookies are over there . bitch i told you i gotta gun bitch am not no cookies fuck that bang bang hah Fat bitch's dont go down So RUN lol TVT Record's Shady Aftermath Dj Kay Say Slam yur faviote dj haha -By.King Rabz Ft.Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Kingz nigga GGGGG-Unit g-unit Kings haha

Who U Rep Wit


[Verse 1 - Rabz]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.

[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
LK NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
LM NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 -Rabz]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's that real.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Nas ] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.

Rabz
I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark LK's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', LK NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Latin Kings pop up
Dismantle,Coke,Lance, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.

[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit LK NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
LM NIGGA!! (repeat)