Ross has a history of arrests spanning from his childhood to even after his record label signing and album release. This culminated in him recently being sentenced to seven years in prison in 2006 for failing to show up to court for his sentencing (which was to be 2 – 6 years initially) in a grand larceny charge from 2004, in which he was accused of robbing more than $6,000 worth of jewelry from a hotel room. He was released from prison in May 2010, cutting ties with Bad Boy and releasing his third album Game Tested, Streets Approved the following year on July 26, 2011 via Duck Down Music. His fourth album Genuine Article was released in 2015, with features from various artists such as Sean Price, Tek, Q Parker, Ron Browz and Murda Mook.
On April 17, 2021, Ross passed away at the age of 51, due to kidney failure.
PD World Tour
Black Rob Lyrics
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Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
We back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all
Thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
So what you gon' do now?
Sorry
[Chorus]
Yo, Black Rob makin' all stops
We gon' party till this motherf***ing ball drops
Snatchin' all props
Switchin' gears on the Ducati
Cats schemin' prob'ly
But we ain't tryin' a hurt nobody (We ain't tryin' a hurt nobody)
We just tryin' a make it clear
There, B.R. is here
And we come to lock it down this year
So without further ado, we bring to you (Without further ado)
Your highness, (your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
[Black Rob]
I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Catch me in a Lex 470 or the Explorer
The underworld figure, mo' morals
Small s*** - it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my n****s
I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
That s*** flip it; it's off the hook; it's unlisted
The wizard like Juwan Howard
I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power
It's on dude; I warned you before the wildin'
My team: some sick cats, fresh from Ward's Island
I'm sayin' I try to tell 'em how I do due to the fact you
Was duckin' my debut, duckin' the Ginsu
B.R., natural born threat
He got his tech, and I ain't even put it on yet
Just imagine me and you toe to toe, back of the paddy wagon
To the death till one of us got no breath left
Protect that neck
[Chorus]
[Black Rob]
I roll with soldiers, quick to run pa** and snuff you
Regulate the streets of BK with bra** knuckles
At last stuck you and your so called team
Them so called men; cats sound like Ben Vareen
Caught me diggin' in the scene, one fifteen, Lex minivan light green
Watching my cream, stopping my cream
S***'s been tried before; my s***'s stress with no lactose at all
I mean I'm just limpin', 'cause right now I see the profit
Show me some grams; I chop it
Show me some land; I cop it
Show me some ho somewhere in the tropics
And I'm a suck the p**** till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him with the backhand steel
Pimp status, while you run around with shrimp status
Got a gat and decided to clap at least twenty right at us
We ain't mad though; we got the bulletproof dough
And that's the way my n****s roll
If you was seein' his dough, you'd be the same baby
[Chorus]
[P Diddy]
Yo, when I walk up in the place, all eyes is on me
Is it me or the hundred grand worth of icy?
Can't underestimate me; I beg your pardon
If y'all ain't had guns, I probably wouldn't have brought my squadron
But unfortunately it's that war outside
And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride
They call me PD, holy like Koran
Rockin' Sean John, poppin' Sean Don
F***ing ghetto Don Juan
Top of the world - watch me snatch your hood treasure
Might have to check a few cats for good measure
Playboy, you know the drilly
Y'all cats is real silly
What I gotta do sell another ten milly?
It's crazy how they all fall down; all balls down
It's hectic so I send Black to come and check it
Ain't s*** changed; same s*** stains in the business
Approach me; play me closely; hopin' hopefully (keep hopin')
Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya
Your hands'll never touch my Bad Boy formula
And this year, I'm gonna hit 'em severe
Aiyyo, Paul, get the Bent
Let's get the f*** up outta here
[Chorus x 2]
The lyrics to Black Rob's song PD World Tour are filled with braggadocio and prominently feature references to his background in Spanish Harlem. The chorus sets the tone for the song, declaring that Black Rob is here to make his mark and party until the ball drops. He raps about his travels on the PD World Tour, driving a Lexus or an Explorer, and being an underworld figure with mo' morals.
Black Rob boasts that he is the best thing since "ham and grits," and drops witty wordplay like comparing himself to the wizard Juwan Howard. He warns his opponents that he's a natural-born threat and has a tech that he hasn't even shown yet. The lyrics are peppered with references to street life, including ducking the Ginsu, ward's island, back of the paddy wagon, and bulletproof dough.
The song also features a verse from P Diddy, who asserts that when he walks into a place, all eyes are on him because of the hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of ice he's wearing. He also acknowledges the danger of the war outside and rolls with bulletproof doors on his ride. Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of confidence and bravado, backed by the toughness and resilience that comes from growing up in street culture.
Line by Line Meaning
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Black Rob is a world traveler and a resident of Harlem who is a force to be reckoned with
We gon' party till this motherf***ing ball drops
Black Rob and his crew plan to party endlessly until the ball drops on New Year's Eve
Switchin' gears on the Ducati
Black Rob is riding his fast and flashy Ducati motorcycle
But we ain't tryin' a hurt nobody (We ain't tryin' a hurt nobody)
Black Rob and his crew are not trying to harm anyone in their pursuit of success
And we come to lock it down this year
Black Rob and his crew are determined to succeed this year and establish their dominance
Your highness, (your highness) Black Rob, Spanish Harlem's finest
Black Rob is the highest ranking member of his crew and the top rapper from Spanish Harlem
I be the PD world tourer, Harlem horror
Black Rob is reiterating his status as a world traveler and terrifying resident of Harlem
The underworld figure, mo' morals
Black Rob is a respected figure in the underground rap scene and has a strong sense of morality
Small s*** - it's only room to get bigger and spread love on my n****s
Black Rob sees his current success as just the beginning and plans to share his wealth with his crew
I figure I'm the best thing since ham and grits
Black Rob is extremely confident in his abilities as a rapper, believing he is the best since the classic breakfast dish of ham and grits
I drop the bomb when you want test the Don power
Black Rob is warning his rivals not to test his power or they will face the consequences
My team: some sick cats, fresh from Ward's Island
Black Rob's crew is made up of tough and dangerous individuals, some of whom were recently released from Ward's Island prison
Them so called men; cats sound like Ben Vareen
Black Rob considers his rivals to be weak and effeminate, sounding like the entertainer Ben Vareen
And I'm a suck the p**** till she beg me to stop it
Black Rob boasts about his sexual prowess and willingness to please women
If you was seein' his dough, you'd be the same baby
Black Rob believes that if others saw the amount of money he has, they would act the same as him
Yo, when I walk up in the place, all eyes is on me
P Diddy is highly respected and attracts attention wherever he goes
And I still roll with bulletproof doors on my ride
P Diddy is aware of the dangerous environment he is in and takes precautions to protect himself
They call me PD, holy like Koran
P Diddy is revered and respected like the holy book Koran
Y'all cats is real silly
P Diddy sees his rivals as foolish and inferior
Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya
P Diddy is aware of the schemes and plans of his rivals and will not let them succeed
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DERIC MICHEAL ANGELETTIE, HENRI CHARLEMAGNE, ROBERT ROSS
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