50 Cent – How To Rob ft The Madd Rapper

50 Cent, a legendary American rapper and songwriter, join efforts with The Madd Rapper to create this new song titled “How To Rob”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 18 on his top charting album project called “Power Of The Dollar” was officially released on 4 July 2000.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[The Madd Rapper and 50 Cent:]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, you know who this is, boy, for real

The art of getting robbed

This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I’m saying?

R.I.P., B.I.G., nigga, R.I.P. P.A.C.

R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, it’s time to O.D.

Don’t take this shit serious, we just bugging the fuck out

One time

But y’all can take it how y’all want it, word

 

[50 Cent:]

The bottom line is: I’m a 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 niggas is starting to look like something to eat

I’ll snatch Kim and tell Puff, “You want to see her again?

Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM”

I have dreams of fucking an R&B bitch

But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit

When I apply pressure, son, it ain’t even funny

I’m about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money

Brian McKnight? I can get that nigga anytime

Have Keith sweating staring down the barrel on my nine

Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam

I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, “Tell your man”

Mason Betha, ha ha

Come up off that watch now, I mean, right now

The only excuse for being broke is being in jail

An entertainer can’t make bail, he broke as hell

I’d rob O.D.B., but that’d be a waste of time (Yeah)

Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine

I’d follow Fox in the drop for four blocks

Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped

What Jigga just sold—like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh)

Don’t want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door

I’ll manhandle Case like “Dope, get on the ground

You ain’t with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?”

I been scheming 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 and run (Uh-huh)

This nigga weigh four hundred pounds—how he gon’ catch me, son? Huh?

 

[The Madd Rapper:]

This ain’t serious (Uh-uh)

Being broke can make you delirious (Word)

So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger

50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell ’em, son)

This ain’t serious (Uh-uh)

Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)

So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger

50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?

 

[50 Cent:]

I’ll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys

And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami

Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound

Like, “You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down”

I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh)

That’s why his ass don’t wanna be a player no more

My attitude while robbing J.D.? “Fuck you, pay me!” (Yeah)

Had Da Brat with em, should’ve had his gat with him

DMX wanna get down? Well, you tell, homie

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 niggas’ jewels and leave (Uh-huh)

Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What)

Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three

I’ll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna battle while I’m sticking him up

Fuck the cab, the coroner’s picking ’em up

Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you

He said, “Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!”

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 sticking niggas until I’m living

I’ll rob Boyz II Men like I’m Michael Bivins

Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah)

I’m hungry for real, I’m about to stick Mister Cee

That nigga still eating off Big first LP

I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor

He asked me if I had enough—I told him, “Gimme some more”

If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel

I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God’s people, what!

 

[The Madd Rapper:]

This ain’t serious (Uh-uh)

Being broke can make you delirious (Word)

So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger

50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? (Tell ’em, son)

This ain’t serious (Uh-uh)

Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)

So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger

50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?

 

[The Madd Rapper:]

Yo, yo, for real, son, it’s The Madd Rapper, you know what I’m saying?

And for real, you know what I’m saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that’s just how it goes down

It don’t matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch

It really don’t matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it

You know what I’m saying? That’s just how it go down

50 Cent ain’t fucking around

Trackmasters ain’t fucking around

Crazy Cat ain’t fucking around

The Madd Rapper ain’t fucking around

You know what I’m saying?

So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets

Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses

‘Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not