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Rob & Vic chords and lyrics - ONYX

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[Verse 1]
[Em]It's [B]a story about two brothers,
Rob and Vic
[Em]Grew up in the world alone
God forgot about [B]them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
[Em]In the rotten apples
of New York City
[B]This story takes place,
[Em]in 1[B]993

[Verse 2]
How many [Em]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 [B]the heat to his face to shut him up
So I [Bm]can dig him out
Went in his [B]pockets and got the cash
in some big amounts
[Em]I looked him dead cold in his eyes,
without carin'
If money speak,
that explain the voices I've been hearin'
You [B]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 [Em]the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide

[Verse 3]
So [Em]we slid,
had to get our game plan together
'cause [Bm]this little bit of stickup loot
ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't [Em]go back to the hood

[Verse 4]
we stuck up everyone we know
[Em]
For the [B]love of money,
people will rob from each [Em]other
For the love of money,
people will steal from their mother
[B]For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother

[Verse 5]
Now every time [Em]I hear a fuckin' siren,
my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid,
every face I see I think he after me
Sup[B]posedly we was supposed to be
gettin' work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest
at- we goin' [Em]bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred g's
alone on his gold card
His crab wife [B]showed me mad
cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash
at the house
Couldn't pass up a
jooks like this [Em]anyday
Anyway on our way there,
I'm feelin' bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
[B]With vicks that we stuck from way back,
up on atlantic
The way them niggas lookin'
god they drivin' mad frantic
Yo [Em]don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust ''em
Shots through they windshield,
they ain't wearin' shield
Hit the [B]kid behind the steering
wheel it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I want to watch him die!
Wait and chill
We got [Em]bigger fish to fry, two l's later
In a bed- stuy elevator,
got off the fifth floor
Water [B]hit the skull, ready,
kick the door!
Off the hinges
Bust shots right
Only thing I saw was a nigga [Em]four- four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
[B]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 [Em]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 [B]to be at least 500 k
Now hear come the bitch,
talkin' bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the hus
[Em]band out

[Verse 6]
And we went for self
[B]For the love of money,
people will rob from each other
[Em]For the love of money,
people will steal from [B]their mother
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother

[Verse 7]
Yo, [Em]we fuckin' came off!
Word, the plan was splendid
'cept we got all this money,
and can't even spend it
Shh, let's [B]disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did
it's hard to show our face
So [Em]we bounced out of town and went
down to miami
'cause most those cats
we crabbed was like family
Now [B]me and you beefin',
nah it can't be true
It all [Bm]started when all we had
[B]was just me and you
Now [Em]a whole different person is what
I'm startin' to see in you
'member when we had the new lex
With the two techs, [B]rollin'' to the duplex,
drinkin' stout
Thinkin' bout, what we gonna do next,
we used to work tight
Half- [Em]assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right,
with the snow white
And in number spots [B]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 pussy
But [Em]I'ma kill you, you dummy,
you fucked up my money!
Nah, the money fucked you! up
Tryin' to say the money changed me?
What [B]you think, I'm your brother,
you got a gun in my face see
What?!
How can one tiny mistake,
make you wanna erase me
Fuck [Em]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 niggas!
[B]Look just put down the gun and let
this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin' down shit
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
Fuck that nigga!
It don't gotta [Em]be this way man
What nigga? it gotta be this way!
It don't gotta be like this man!
It gotta be nigga!
Then go ahead and pull the trigger[B]!
Think I won't? fuck you!
You know you ain't gon' do it!
Fuck you!
[Em]

[Verse 8]
[B]
[Em]Chorus [B]cont with don't let
money change [Em]you b[B]efore fade
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