Onyx - Rob & Vic (feat x1 chocolate )

"just think about that shit right now" Lyrics : *two gun shots* Its 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 couldnt care to count Just snatch em up quick If he scream, ima put him out I put the heat to his face to shut him up So 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 Ive been hearin You aint really have to kill him Yo God he moved -- but I lied Damn, theres our sick stick-up turned homicide So? thats the way our momma died Is you with me ima slide [both] So we slid, had to get our gameplan together Cause this little bit of stickup loot aint lastin us forever Desperate, on the edge with no place to go We cant 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 Im paranoid, every face I see I think he after me Supposedly We 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 gs alone on his gold card His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse She said he the mad stash at the house Couldnt pass up a jooks like this anyday Anyway On our way there, Im feelin bad vibes Yo kid dont say that Thats when we bumped heads With vicks that we stuck from way back, up on atlantic The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic Yo dont panic, trust me What? I jump back and bust em Shots through they windshield, they aint wearin shield Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* its the way I feel In a state to kill I wanna watch him die Wait and chill We got bigger fish to fry, two ls later In a bed-stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor Water hit the skull, ready kick the door Off 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 life And tell me where the loots at He said, Ill tell you just dont shoot black! With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs To 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 k Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth So we put her and the husband out And we went for self Chorus Yo, we fuckin came off! Word The plan was splendid cept we got all this money, and cant even spend it Shh, lets disappear Yea yea And be outta this place So much dirt and shit we did its hard to show our face So we bounced out of town and went down t