Onyx – Rob And Vic lyrics

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 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 I've been hearin You
ain't really have to kill him Yo
God he moved -- but I lied Damn
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 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 G's alone on his Gold Card His
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 Anyway
On
our way there I'm, feelin bad vibes Yo
kid don't say that That's
when we bumped heads With
vicks that we stuck from way back up, on Atlantic The
way them ni z***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 feel In
a state to kill I wanna watch him die Wait
and chill We
got bigger fish to fry two, L's 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 n anusfour-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 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 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 b h***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, can't even spend it Shh
let's, disappear Yea
yea And
be outta this place So
much dirt and s titwe did it's hard to show our face So
we bounced out of town and went down to Miami Cause
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 Lex With
the two Techs rollin, to the duplex drinkin, Stout Thinkin
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 white And
in number spots that flow all night Up
to this day it was all tight Man
f, k**that You!
my little brother and we came out the same p y***But
I'ma kill you you, dummy you, f d****up my money Nah!
the, money f d****you up Tryin
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 F
k**that You! cut a side deal that's, why they raided the block Now
how the f k**I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop Son
you been fuckin with them ni z***Look!
just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide N
anusI ain't puttin down s titI'm
tellin you let's just chill man F
k**that n anusIt!
don't gotta be this way man What
n anusIt? gotta be this way It!
don't gotta be like this man It!
gotta be n anusThen!
go ahead and pull the trigger Think!!
I won't F? k**you You!
know you ain't gon' do it F!
k**you Gun! *blasts Chorus*

cont With. - Don't let money change you -.. before fade