f/ Danny Saber
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[Fabolous]
Gettin it on
Brooklyn we back
Ghetto Fab, uh
Uh, like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Fabolous]
I'm a ordinary gent in a strawberry ?
Air Force Ones check out the real ? print
It's the kid, who do you fuck with us
Just stop style unless Gucci make bulletproof buckets
Cheap family ? and kisses on the cheek
And why the D-A and seen the whip listen to the week
Ghetto, gotta admire a man on this
Apply work, retirement plan on her wrist
Niggaz don't like that I got on I sees it yet
If I'm Bin Laden then the mics that I got on
I used to love apartments ? in the lease
In many mansion I feel like I'm in a glove compartment
I'm far from jealous but you ain't smokin good
It's what you buy don't look a jar of ?
I'm the reason you're tellin it's no problem ridin up
Puttin a few of these in the melon
While freezin and yellin, ghetto, yeah
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, ay yo never get caught holdin a gram
Never take a bitch word over your man
Stay close to em, never let em know where you live
Never let em get familiar wit your doe or your kids
Put the toast to em, always stay quiet humble
But don't be scared to take it to the knife or the gun in the rumble
I could show you how to get your neck broke
Stretch coat in the middle of the ocean on the Mindu Plex boat
Look here there is no competitor
See now with the space ship doors that open up regular
Get it on with the hard plastic
My sixteens have niggaz feelin like they trippin off acid
Trust me I can't see em lost
And know that if you wack me you can't be a boss
Ride or die, cry or lie, get your hustle on
Hold the block down for life, truly yours
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Fabolous]
Keep it like this
Keep it like this
We be like this
She treats me like this
Keep me like this
Keep it like this
you think that you so fly so come here bABY I'M MENTION YOU NAME IN THE YEAR 2 THOU YOUR MY BABY GIRL AND I WOULDN'T GIVE IT UP I CANT LET US SELF DISTRICT. BABY YOU A MOM MOM
CHORUS
IREALLY HOPE YOU LOVE ME TONIGHT YOU GOING TO
HAVE MY BABY (MY BABY) REPEAT 6X
GIRK IF YOU LOVE ME HOLD UP YOU HANDS LIKE THIS IT THE FABOLOUS HOLLA
YOUR NOTHING BUT A TRIPLE THREATTO ME NOW SO HOLLA AND REPEAT 2X
"Yo wat up I got the new Fab, P.Diddy, Jagged Edge joint Trade It All"
"Take Ya dusty a$$ next door wit them bootlegs man aint nobody wat that around here"
"Man this real man You tripin"
Uh-huh, yeah
This moment they all been waitin’ for, playboy
We here now
We’re in the house now, for sure
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
I assume, I’m so into you
‘Cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you
If they ask, I ain’t gotta say whom in them interviews
My sweet thing never believe them rumors that been true
In fact I had no more expence, it’s true
But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue boo
Maybe my sense of humor gets into you
But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too
So what you think about Cancun till the winter through
I don’t know what the consumers you been with you
I put a day aside to go to Bloomies and spend with you
Like any other man I will zoom to the clinic too
Now I wanna see if me and my junior’s identical
I zoom, put a moon on the skin of you
I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don’t often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
As far as them other chicks, can’t get ‘em off-a me
Everlastin’ love in a whole other fashion
All I’m askin’, let me cash in
‘Cause I’ll give her passion, all of the Sean John flashin’
In orderly fashion perhaps when Figure it out
excatly wat diddy about cuz we can take this whole city out
Now who gon’ stop us, who gon’ knock us
Top us, we can’t find coppers to lock us
Leer jets and choppers, love helipopers
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Me hard to keep, I gotcha
I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha
Jagged Edge
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Now what you want, huh
(I’m gonna give this all up for you, Shorty)
Now what you want, huh
Now what you want, huh, huh, huh
Yeah
Yo’, this new comers known to move with the seasons
Couple winter lodges, few summer homes
And there for every uw, hum, and moon and make sure when the new hummer roams the shoes come in chrome
I ain’t new if ain't buy white yellow and Q'cumba stones
That send chills threw a womans bones
But life góås gruesome alone
Even though I got the kinda bread that won’t matter if a few crumbs are blown
Flights out of few summer loans
Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone
Ma-Me-ya its u I'ma phone
Just to erase all the negative view from your dome
And I promise this Fella G
And so case they hit comma of jealousy
And drama you tellin’ me, so mama come yell at me
So I could put the top down and we could cruise like
Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Fabolous
Diddy
Desert Storm
Rock on, rock on
Bad Boy, yeah
Rock on, rock on
DJ Clue, Duro
Rock on, rock on
I trade it all, baby
That’s for life, that you love me
Stop playin’, let me holler at you, Boo
Come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
[Fabolous:]
Ah man man
Ah man
Niggas don't wanna see me like this man
Hell no man
I'm in the penthouse suite
You know like like
40 floors from seamint
You know what I'm mean?
Lookin down on these niggas like..
Hey I'm just gonna lay back and ride on this one
And they bitch on the way up
What up fool?
Ride with me
Hey Cartoon man
I like that '64 you got me ridin' in nigga
Coast to coast G on the checkin'
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yo I kick back and snap at 'em
Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap at 'em
Strut through like a slick mack and rap at 'em
When they act a fool I chick smack and jap at 'em (go and get ya man)
I click clack and clap at 'em
This Tray Pound throw 6 packs of caps at 'em (yeah thats right)
I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again
And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin
Now throw it up (throw it up)
Let it drop down and pop up
Slow it up
Cause the cops bound to pop up
But I don't give a motherfuck I'm mashin' on the gas
Like I don't see them sirens flashin' on my ass
I'm stashin' on the grass
The choppers in the rear
To catch me they better put them choppers in the air
So when you see me comin' get out my way
Without delay
I'm finnin' to get out the Kay
And let it rip
[Fabolous:]
Hey man this shit is just fun for me man
I'm doin' this shit for a hobby now man
This is what I does man
They just happen to give me a check for it
Oh yeah I get paid too
I don't know
Look like it right?
You might see me in one of them things
That look like a space ship comin' through ya motherfuckin' hood man
If you lucky though I might throw the deuce at you
Only if your lucky
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I'm back in New York like Marbury in the trade
With more jewelry and some shades
But its ordinary when you're paid
The pink and yellow rocks is lookin something like Strawberry Lemonade
They never seen the spokes spin in Brooklyn
When I peel the top back the folks grinnin' lookin'
I'm a hustler
My body scents like Coke when its cookin'
I sweat Heron (Heroin)
Thats why these bitches fiend to get near John
I'm here with a golf stream the jet peel on
Half a mil in bling and sweat there on
Like whats hood?
Can't blame her for lovin' the kid she likes whats good
This is takin' it back to Crenshaw Sunday
If you trip on my set you in for some gun play
In more than one way
I'm a mash on 'em
Like clinger and radar
With the swing of the AR
Motherfucker
[Fabolous:]
I mean I think most of the hos know me
This shit ain't hard to tell
For the girls that don't
They call me "Bitch Hop In"
Thats my nickname
(Why they call you that though man?)
So when I land bitch you hop in
(Oh OK)
When I pull up bitch you hop in
(Oh all right)
Simple
(I got it I got it)
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan
But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan
I keep you on ya toes old man
Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man
I'm something like a pimp my hos hold hands
I'm gettin so much money my hos hold grands
The flows cold man
But I ain't stuntin' until the Rose Rolls land
From Rose Bowl Land
Then I'm a spend a few notes to wood it out
Get some smoke that you take a few totes to put it out
Take ya time with it
I used to cook crack and make a dime with it
Now I look back and make a rhyme with it
I'm just ridin' the wave
Laughin' at phoney bitches just deciding to wave
For niggas who all of a sudden decide to be brave
I'm a help you get inside of your grave
Take that with ya
[Fabolous:]
Hey not to be mistaken man I brought my niggas with me too
Oh yeah don't get it fucked up
We just came back from Saint Saint something
One of them islands
They was askin' us do we play for the 49ers?
Oh yeah they seen them peices
Probably heard about them SF pieces
Lookin' like a football team over here
Yeah man its a beautiful thing man
I'm here to shake up the world.
Yeah...uh(wha wha wha wha what)
Uh uh uh
Ride, ride....
(Verse 1)
Yeah, I'm somethin like a phenomenon, but still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels somethin like whens its Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin with armor on I'm through with jumpin (???)
Somethin's turnin his mama on I love to see rumps with see through garmets on
Better look crunk when you got pajamas on(Oh!)
Jumpin lets hit the Bahamas ma and its crunk whever I'm on a song
Bumpin like bump budomp
I'm particly picky when it comes to licky licky have'm slidin off Vicki's
quickly
Under the doo rag thick as 60 its the hipno sticky icky
I said OK
[Chrous]x1
Fly enough to do better,(oh) but pimp enough to not give a fuck (yea)
And I'm thug enough to do better (oh) and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
(yea)
I'm hustlin enough to know better,(oh) but ballin enough to not give a fuck
(yea)
I'm old enough to know better,(oh) but young enough to not give a fuck.
(Verse 2)
D-d-d-d-d-damnit man, I'm in a throw back so old that it'll make ya grandma
glance
And everybody know,everybody goes so please, pull a stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance when I pull up like the pamper brand those on
a lambo slants
Wit a made dame from France wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in Hammer
pants
Who else be in New York with a Miami tans got everybody doing the street family
dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save the gangsta role for the cameras man
It's F-A-B you prefebly don't wanna F with me, please believe it.
I'm defnitely as responsible for gettin the city high sleff with me believe it
please
[Chrous]x1
(Verse 3)
I'm introduced to your women friends cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
like there boots made by Timberland
I have to remind since I got drafted and signed, ya'll playas get used to the
scrimmagin
Not one of them hate suits got lint again know ya'll lips gon' get loose like
ya'll feminen
I prove let loose wit the semi-can boost my adrenalen you never have use for
that limb again
Half of my roots is Dominacan FABaloso me gusta le Benjamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him turn to stones like Medusa had
glimps at him
But right now you can lie and gossip too, and later on be the guy who mobbs us
Right now you can try and prosecute, but later on you gon die in a hospital
[Chrous] x1
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous]
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian
Pretty as conversions, slick as malatians
Ask them let them bitches say yes sir
Young and live among riches in West Jerve
Switch in the excurve
Strut through this bitch in the best furs
Bitch in a Lex Jerse
Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone
Brightly chrome vendaidoes
Cover your girl face
From the Bruce Lee Roy glow
On a mother a pearl face
All I do is say one word
Yall say it's foolish
I send splurge
I'm a lose 1/3
I never go broke my name got to o's
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Trina]
Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips
Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six
Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch
VS from the anklet to the wrist
I been in the game just two years
End a few careers there it is
But now I'm back on top again
With some red hot shit for you can cop again (Yeah)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?
I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home cell two way contact for Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Good?
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through
Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas daps, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay on Riker's too long
Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
Alright there ah buddy license and registration
Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on?
Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
whats that?
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
you know how fast you were going?
nah not at all man
you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy
keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel
yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers
I wonder briefly
Could it be there's no roof above me
or the 22's underneath me
Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass
Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas?
I'm naturally harassed
And I feel like I'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
For flashin wit his badge
And shining light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case
And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like: the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger...figures
I go around the corner what do I see?
Po Po's followin me
Askin for my ID whos car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Trying to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin with me
Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again
They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen
Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID
I don't know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they askin
Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin
Or maybe its my fault
Cause I be out all times at night
Doin shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right
Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up
Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire
ones for the money and twos for the show
three must be for the motherfuckin po po'
I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
cause they can't see ask (?)
(still some of y'all creepin with the Po Po's
Sleepin wit the Po Po's
Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's
I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's)
BITCH!
They gon' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
I'm back in the G-bent
Black wit the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent
The way I ride I know I'm in for a case
But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase
When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle
They probably want to scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest
And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga
Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now
Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy
Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright
Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you around here again. and by the way
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
you gon' die in the hospital
I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans
ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
comin nigga
Paul Kain:
Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try
to stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
for the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit the read up
That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y'all passin the roach/ ask fa Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach
No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
and play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
it's nothin
Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan
i'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ tryna ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee's boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show
you how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they
don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
but they pigment's off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto
I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on
Oh somethings turning his mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on
Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump
I'm particulary picky
When it come to licky licky
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.)
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.)
[Chorus]
Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Dumb enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a fuck
Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuck
Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know
everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance
these dudes don't stand a chance
when I pull up like the pamper brand
those under lambo slants
wit a mad dam from france
wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants
who else be in new york wit Miami tans
got everybody doin the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
this is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna "f" wit me
(please believe it)
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be
(believe it please)
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to yo women friends (hello)
Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh)
Like them bootz made by timbaland
Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed
Ya'll players get used to the scrimmagin
Not one of them jesus' got lemon gems?
You know Ya'll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine
I prove lettin with the semi can
Boost my adrenaline
You'll never have use with that hand again
Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso)
Me gusta le bejamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
I'm turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them
But right now you can lie and gossip to
And later on be the guy who the mobs look to
And right now you can try and prosecute
But later on you gon die in the hospital
[Chorus]
[Chorus - Keys]
If only I could see you again
I will make sure that those days never end
If only I could do it all again
Just to have one more chance
I'll never let it go
[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
I mean life's not like that though
Sometimes you only get one shot
Most times, yeah
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Don't you hate a could of, would of, should of nigga?
Could of did, would of did, well you should of nigga (nigga)
I am never on the iffy shit
You see her with me, you ain't gotta wonder if he hit
My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit
He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha)
So when I do me, I over do it
In the red Rover sendin bitches over to it
Might use the Caddy, part-time golfer
But act now I'm a limited time offer
And I'm off the, chain like a stray dog
If I want it, I'm a fetch it, I don't play dog (I don't play dog)
I see the game from a sick angle
New York had a chance, the bitch pick Tango
In my case you get one opportunity
Minus convertible, so let's call it drop-tunity, haha
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Get a slice of the pie now, you wait 'til the pizza's cold
Then you sayin what you (Shoulda) did like Keyshia Cole
(I Should Have Cheated) (nah), I (Shoulda Let You Go) (nah)
I just shake 'em off (yeah), Etch A Sketch a ho (haha)
I draw a blank, back to the drawing board
I'm like Michael Jordan if we talkin scorin broads (damn)
To me you got one chance to miss ya shot (yeah)
Better get ya J up (yeah), life is not a layup (nah)
Meanin, sometime they make it hard
Like a straight dude, naked broad get on top of me
Why give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo)
You land on "Chance," take a card, it's Monopoly
I think past "Go" (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though
And my foot is on the gas ho
If opportunity ain't there, make one
They ain't give me a chance, so I had to take one, Los'
[Chorus]
[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
Niggaz be lookin at shit that's right in front of 'em man
They don't even see their chance is right in front of 'em
You know? It's fucked up
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
I look at Obama and I more than glance
I don't just see change, I saw a chance
How many hustlers do you know waitin for a chance?
Some pedal more than Lance in the Tour de France
How many convicts inside waitin for a break?
That's rare, short time, waitin for a steak
How many shooters holdin heat, waitin for a shot?
Fall asleep in the car waitin for a shot
Sniper's in D.C., I know what he see
I'm tryin to put you on to it, Cici
Just ate fried chicken, I took greasy
I told this bitch I'm a Mac/Mack not a P.C. (haha)
I sit niggaz down, don't let 'em stand a chance
Only way you squares ride is a ambulance
Kill 'em while you got a chance in a Bronco
Or it comes back in the end, Benny Blanco, yes
[Intro]
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
[Verse 1]
Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit of this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or y'all can stay home
But why would you want to?
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cuz when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Hook] 2x
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cuz I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse 2]
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that's blue in it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cuz girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Oh yea, we's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off in six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken' we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Hook]
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
Who spend a G on Gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
You thinking (?) I'm talkin' private jets, uh
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHING!
So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon' give you
addresses to e-mail
All that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is detail
In the head rests his t.v's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
Getting Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been giving me slow neck
And I don't even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin
Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something wit two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
I deal wit nothing but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz
Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link long view
(One try) I ain't trying to put clinks on you
Hope tricking ain't one of the things you think John do
Listen to ya girl uh uh what
Listen to her ya heard me?
She know how it go down
Damn Baby
we in the drop top she tellin me she wanna know
im tellin her i was at the show
she dont belieeeeeeve me
she think she gunna leeeave me
there aint no way any body better than me
aint no body gunna love ya betta than me
what chou think ya gunna run around
talkin bout he dont love me no more
what do i gotta do to show ya, I'll get on the floor
[Fabolous]
I guess I ain't got no reason to mingle 'round
I found a superwoman
That can leap from the truck in a single bound
Mami I'm tryna bling you down
So niggas without shades on
Can't stare when I bring you 'round
She put her lips on the weed
And pull it to work her tongue
And make me cum faster than a speeding bullet
Her love's stronger than a locomotive
But only for the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Sing to me ma
1 - Baby they can't play you
Cause I'll save you with my superpowers
Boy I'm only human
But I'll be your superwoman
They don't make any girls like me, no, no
Take a girl like to me to get
A guy like you to understand how girls ain't the same
I'm not your average chick
Cause they can't do it like this
I've been sent to save your day
And things won't be the same
Repeat
Uh, boy I told you once before
You ain't gotta look up in the sky
Cause the girl you need is right before your eyes
Yes I'm sick of all these broads
Ain't got nothing to stand for
Cause with me you won't fall off, no baby oh
Repeat 1
Everyday, everyday
I'll love you in a special way
Chickenheads they can't stay
Now that I'm here, I'm here, I'm here
[Fabolous]
Uh yo this superwoman might have saved my day
Them skeeos I might have gave some play
Now I wouldn't even wave that way
I understand why them other chicks behave that way
They see the icey S on your chest engraved in gray
Be whipped I might
Cause usually with my chips I'm tight
But only green I keep from you, is kryptonite
The way that blue and red suit fits your hips so right
I be like duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh DAMN
It's like I'm under your spell
If feelin' you is a crime
They gon have to put me under the jail
You probably hear the details that I be in everything
From leers to CL's to my share of females
But you know I care for you
And anytime this nigga's there for you
This feelings I only share for you
This makes it a little more clear for you that...
Repeat
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the
Fabolous: Uhh, baby girl
Ashanti: I really like
Ashanti: Hey, ey ey
Fabolous: Desert Storm (yea yea)
(Beat Drops)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask
I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from
the 90's and the 2 thou
No reason to have a friend or two now
Cus the kid's ready to tell how he feel in a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, Ima do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now
(Where I roll) They wear bikinis in the winter 2 now
What you think about tan lines on tha skin of u now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On 5th ave, shop n sprees in them denister childs
I ain't concern wit otha men
wit them now, as long as when I slide up in u, u growl
And any dude wit u
He betta be a ken of u now
And I ain't jealous
It's the principle now
I'm so into u
[Ashanti]
Chorus: I really like what chu done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what chu
done to me
I can't really explain it (I can't explain it)
I'm so into you
Verse 2: [Fabolous]
C'mon ma
it's more than the flashin'
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My billa in Florida we crashin'
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Ohhhh, no no no no nooooo
Ooooohhhh no no
So into you
I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams r really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yes
oooh hooo ohhh
oooh ohh
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I aint jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crippin
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what I feel when Im with you
You're a dream come true
Dont you ever leave my side o no
Cuz it feels so rite
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I mean, I don't eve know where to start like. It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then...
Met her up town on dykeman
aight then
light skinned
starring with a slight grin, I dont know, Might been
'Cause im in this white benze
:: honk honk ::
Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning
but I knew from right then
She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how i might spend.
To make a story short, other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then
got straight to business like two corporate white men
the food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in.
'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22K
He send the Euro's I send the Puredo
Now thats what I like to call a "Foriegn Exchange"
He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine
There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind
My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop
Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!"
I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab
Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!
And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame
And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame
12 months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo
Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow--
I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo
In the past week I watched 50,00 grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo
Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong
The money's so strong they see it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.
I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive
Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive
I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it 'cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust"
So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing-
A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying
I'm in the GT headed up to CT, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like ET
I got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I aint in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!
But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat-
Better not be no bull shit, I aint even wit that..
Back to what a nigga came out here for
this 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's
head back to the city, call up the commitee
get ready for tomorow, they're comin' in with 50
--I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must aint get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up- Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up! She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up. She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' Flix up"
I asked him "Was he sure"
Shorty's "Mi Amore"
This happened to me before, with my man Diadore-
Over a Ki(lo) of raw-
My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt.
He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me
Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me.
Normally, I would have just ended her life-
but this was the girl I intended to wife
So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin'- shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort
She woke up mad early, so I got up with her
She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted
Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it
We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan
Once she hits the spot, one shot- see you later man
I watched her in the building,
knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car
Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car
But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be yall's
I let one tear fall at an unfair call
Ya whole life can change in just one year yall..
Caught in a thought, then I heard a :: BANG! ::
Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love.
[verse 1]
i only spit what i know cause im sick with the flow
i might let my hair grow and start pickin my fro
this is for the thugs on the dance floor sippin on mo
tryin to fight the bouncer before you get in his dough
2 minutes to go until i start rippin this show
but only two minutes ago i was hitting a dro
so was it two minutes ago or two minutes more,
i dont know either way she got to minutes to f*** oh
you started it you better fnish it
why you acting like my dick wont touch the rest of your throat
yeah i said it and you can finish the quote
im down to rock it but why you smell like fish on a boat
im sick of it
you think im lickin your toes
smell me cumin when when i stick my baby d** in your nose
i skipped little leagues, went straight to the pros
ask anybody in these fifty states, they know
[chorus]
east coast where you at
west side where you at
all the people int the front let me hear you holla back
plays are set,
spendin stack
feelin that, let me know and just holla back
up north what you want
dirty south what you want
all my people in the back , let me hear you holla front
roll a blunt, holla front
gettin drunk, holla front
if your whip got that dump, let me hear you holla front
[verse 2]
its double R
im the pick of the litter
with the flip of my zipper, cinderella would give up her slipper
each sold to the highest bidder
going once, goin twice, goin to the flyest sister
i just rapped the bag of groupies
one got mad tried to sh** me
would you do it again, absolutely
you know me im just tryin to show these clowns
i got homies, they got homies, that'll hold me down
keep my verses extra tight
whos the extra might
i can do a song in the morning
give it the flex tonight
which one of you all broads wanna have sex tonight
whatever direction my erection is pointing it, right
but jin didnt you rhyme with sex in the first verse
yeah, and ill do it again in the third verse
third single third abulm, soundtrack to my thrid movie, common this isnt hard when im f** my third groupie
[chorus]
[verse 3]
common and track like A
you got a hommie G, got somethin to say (wahts that)
i cant forget about the bay
Comptain, Crenshaw, East LA
Angle wood, South Central dont play
where we stay smoking up all day
but son, back on the East thats where we be wiling
BX, BK thats Q wherein we showin
and in Manhattan its a problem
all the way from China town up to Harlem
i cant forget about the south, tahts where im from
dont come around fronting if you dont got no gun
all the strippers in miami let me hear you holla back
at them sorries and ATM, sayin where them dollors at
no matter where you from i got love for the streets
north south west east, jin says peace
[chorus]
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
Mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
You gon' die in the hospital
I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
Do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
The guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
Size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
And Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
Fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
A popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans
Ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
Comin nigga
Paul Cain:
Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
Yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try
To stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
For the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
On an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
Game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
Put it back wit the read up
That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
Come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
Jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach
No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
And play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
It's nothin
Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan
I'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee's boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show
You how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they
Don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
But they pigment's off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
[Fabolous]
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
Chorus -
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
[Fabolous]
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.
Chorus -
[Fabolous]
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....
Chorus -
[Lil' Mo]
Baby, you're the poet to my life
But I'm tired of playin games
I'm ready to settle down
I'm ready to buy a house
And I'm ready to change my last name
I'm ready to have some kids
Ready for the life to live
And all love has to give
I been your superwoman for so long
Ready to be your wife
[Fab]
Little M-O...
[Lil Mo]
Now that love's taken over
I'm 100% sure that it's here to stay
I ain't got no issues standing in my way
I ain't goin nowhere
You ain't goin nowhere so...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Are you ready to be happy babe
For the rest of your life
Cause I wanna be your future, yeah
And let's start a family
Cause I ain't goin nowhere
And you ain't goin nowhere so let's make it official...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
I'm ready to walk down that aisle in all white
And dedicate my life to you (yeah, yeah)
And live together happily ever after all
[Fab]
All I been thinkin bout is us
Slidin from weddings with bands on
Headin to San Juan, gettin our tan on
Girl, you must be forgettin your man's long
Most tuxes I have trouble gettin the pants on
And I know things run through your head when your man's gone
I come home have you sayin (Oh Boy) better than Cam'ron
We upsettin they plans on
Gettin they chance on
Gettin they hands on F-A-B-O
[Lil' Mo]
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Make it last forever
And ever and ever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life...
f/ Joe Budden, Paul Cain
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
("what" - repeated in background)
(*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*)
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here
[Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire
[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
(*"yeah" - repeated*)
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2 - Paul Cain]
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly
[Chorus] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*)
[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your lungs stop, breathe easy
[Chorus]
[Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
(female voice - "yeah" - repeated)
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end)
niggas hatin cuz of my raps and efforts
cuz im bangin all they rats and heffas
come through in a whip thats the color of hot peppers
lifting more skirts than highschool highsteppers
please...dont worry bout what the boss is getting
cop jewels for the arm that leave my wrist frost bitten
me and pops always re-up on the coast
the chain on my kneck is the reason Stevie wonder wear locs
NIGGA!!!
Fabolous,
funk flex, volume 4, niggas, c'mon...
Yo, it's gettin' hard to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin' hard white
balls faster than Roger Clemens
y'all know the kid with the "O"s thats as large as linens, when it comes to
selling trees--I'm as large as Timberland
My lawyer got my charges slimin', he said the only way you going upstate, if
its along with women
Pull out the garage like Gremlins, a rockford fos. system in it, that'll have
the projects tremblin'
yall know nothin' bout lettin' a few sprays go off, yall only reach for your
hip when your 2-way goes off
shots'll fly by your head, your tupee blow off, I aint Crip, I'm just a
blue-grey show-off,
Ghetto Fab, I more than rap for my bucks, keep two nines on me like Warren
Sapp from the Bucs'
The word I'm ballin', be flowin' til my jet shakes, and I keep chicks in my
lap--throwin' me head fakes
Nigga, I walk around with them grands you stackin', and me and Flex dont
roll unless they Andrew Jacksons
It's Brooklyn by me, the crook that I be, y'all even look or eye me, y'all
gettin' hooked to an I.V., mutherfuckers
[Fabolous - Intro]
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
[2Pac - Verse 1]
(Come on come on )
I see no changes (Fabolous - You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes.)
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself (Fabolous - You know?)
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is (Fabolous - who really changed?)
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[2Pac talking over Fabolous chorus]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
(Fabolous - Why would I Change?)
what we gotta do, to survive.
[2Pac - Verse 3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few ?? and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the bed ?? veterans
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed,
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
[Fabolous]
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these ****** see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
[Fabolous] + (Nate Dogg)
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the **** wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
that can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma **** her, duck these mother******
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
****** trip, I got my thang with me
[Nate Dogg]
It ain't really dat hard, to get ****** up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it
[Fabolous]
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
that ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
That's right
Yea, ok
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
[BRIDGE]
RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
[Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
[B2K]
Yeah
Its B2K ya'll
Welcome ladies and gentleman (yes)
To the you got served soundtrack (yeah)
We bout to do this
You know how we get down
Oh yeah, you know that
Come on, Omarion, hit it
Verse 1:
Like woah
You know
Girl you're the star of my show
In this club
Poppin bub
The way you shakin
Deservin' some dubs
Turn Around (Turn Around)
Make it bounce (Make it Bounce)
Shake it like you've come from out of town (Town)
Whats your name (name)
Whats your sign (sign)
Girl you leavin with me tonight
Chorus:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Verse 2:
This one
I've seen
Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans
To myself (self)
Had to think (think)
Any room for me up in them jeans
Ghetto star (ghetto star)
You are (you are)
Eat you up like a chocolate bar (bar)
What's your name (name)
What's your sign (sign)
Damn you got me repeating lines
Chorus:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Fabolous Rap:
I wanna see your badabing go bababoom
And my house got a wing with a lotta rooms
I could do a lot of things
Get you hot as june
I wanna watch your body swing to the hottest tunes
I'm tryin to slide behind it
When you throw it round
So i can ride and grind it when you slow it down
Bring it from the top then take it to the bottom
I'm clingin to your top tryin to make it to your bottom
The way you move is fabulos-a
It makes me wanna grab you closer
You know i like it when you bounce bounce
Throw ya hands up when you bounce bounce
I dont back down
When i'm pressin ya
I finna lay you smack down
Like a wrestler
But nobody get it to poppin like this man can
Had them girls get to poppin on handstands
Ghetto
Chorus till fade:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom (badabing go, badaboom)
Mami shake it like you can for me (skake it)
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me (baby)
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room (in my room)
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me (yeah yeah)
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me (Dance for me)
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room (I'm just tryin to get you in my room)
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
B2K..Fab..T Scott..Oh yeah..Chris Stokes..I see you boy..Oh yeah, Dave Mack..Lets do this again..TUG
It don’t get much slicker that Fab
I strap up with the eagles and throw bullets just as quick as McNabb
Flick up a Jag quicker than Zab
And every chick that I stab complain she can feel the dick in her abs
It’s a like it or not thing
They like how the watch bling
And I got cars like Michael is got rings
Wife spice up a chicken like she a hot wing
I rather tell them to bounce like if she got springs
Niggaz talk slick on the mic till the shots ring
And the hollow tips fly like if they got wings
The cops wanna see this man
Flash a picture and ask the neighbors did they seen this man
Let me take a long breather
Before I be on the inside tell them my story the don diva
That’s why I got a lawyer that will plead my case
And walk even if the judge I.D my face
Got a private number feds couldn’t read by trace
And a private plane just cause I need my space
With a Hong Kong chick and the green gold Lebrons on
That will make the bishop Don Juan say uh
How you wanted my fitted is 3 hundred
Nigga this Yankee cost some Ben frankis
Just on a season that’s slick as gravy
Slick and wavy cause I’m mixed with all Yay
You prolly seen me on St. Nicks or Broadway
Looking for some fits some broad J
But im not a Brooklyn nigga starving for a tape and no be cap
The boy get some paper when he rap
And I keep a down ass bitch scraping her kneecaps
Who keep the family business confidential
Sitting look pretty in a continental
You know what a man do it is monumental
The way ya’ll be switching on him
Remind him of the hustler from the 80s before the niggaz started snitching on him
I’m in the 7 denim
With the ? snitching on him
One of the t-shirts with the biggie picture on it
Im 2 best eye
And im so Brooklyn
The name is just enough to get your hoe took en
Real talk of New York is holding the toast tighter
And im a ghost rider for ghost riders..get in touch
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
Yeah, now basketball is my favorite sport
I love the way they dribble up and down the court
I keep it so fresh on the microphone
I like no interruption when the game is on
I like slam dunk, to take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like the pick-and-roll
I like the give-and-go
In this basketball, Bow Wow, let's go
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
I got the rock in my hands
Aint no telling what I'm gonna do with it
When I come position I'ma act a fool with it
I might cross you up fake one way
Turn around and hit you with you with the MJ fadeaway
I'm throwing dime passes like J. Kidd
Taking cats to the rack
And I'm dunking on them like T. Mac
When I'm in the paint I play with that Alonzo style
I'm like Darius cause I can shoot two miles
[Fabolous]
Don't too many players get offers like me
Back and forth, I'll likely
Shake the checks off your Nikes
They almost had me in a suit at the draft
And it look like a free throw when I be shooting from half
The first step like Iverson - blow past you
Usually nothing but net, but I can go blast too
When I'm in the paint the defense so shook
They dont know if I'ma put up a slow hook, or dish off a no-look
See my game consist of a whole lotta
Moves you would think I learned from the Harlem Globetrotters
J.D. gon lead us to a ring
Fab and Bow Wow the only players that make cheerleaders wanna sing
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Jermaine Dupri]
Now tell me were you in the joint
The night MJ scored 63 points
When the Lakers won titles back to back
Didnt give nobody, no kind of slack
When Vince Carter gave and stuck his arm in the rim
Everybody went crazy in the whole damn gym
Dikembe Mutombo standing tall
Playing D with desire, it's basketball
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball...
(feat. Ransom)
Stop me you cowards can't
Things are going how i planned
Seven hundread thou advance
First a Bent now a Fant
Sour plant got me leaning on a Eiffel tower slant
Itz mean an green like the shit at home is power plant
These niggaz act like bitches I call em Tyler Perry
And just a couple more niggaz my 40 Cali-Berry
My shorty, style is very Halle Berry
An im a David Custus covered in David Custus
Smooth as Eric Bennet with the lyrics I say
Now, Im Michale Ealy on the mic im really
Mister Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
Now here we go
You hear me though
On the TV,and the stereo
Jerry show with the V V an canary glow
But a year before they hear me flow
Way different senerio
I was sellin cherioz
No not the cereal nigga
Buy a vowel
Im Say - Jack with the O's
I go way back gettin hoes
Now I lay back with the Hoes
I be squirtin so the curtains on the Maybacz always closed
Witha A-Stak of the Droz
It stayz stacked in my clothes
And I run Brooklyn, itz lookin like Jay pass me the torch
An they asses .....Cuz they asses on portch
Im made passen a porsch
K blastin with force
Cuz they ass is on cross
An they asses is lost
FuBu clouldnt find them
Your noodles if you sign them
You need to get some pitz cuz them poodles thats behind them
no they aint gon squeeze nooks
so its on fried rice nigga I let you slide twice
Three times the charm the be mines is on
We time the Bomb, the hood is like Irac
Me im Sadam, Hu-SAin, you changed, who change new range
Same color as the fantastic four suit
Heard em talkin slick so he ran pass the bar stool
Started walkin quick then he ran fast as sports coupes
By a week later yo man passed a law sute
I was like DDDDDAAAAMMMM
Fabolous]
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put to on a show to get patience
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put something on your neck to thank ya
Shes my pinch hitta
When the startin lineup aint playin right
I come off the bench wit her
It might sound like im gassin ya
But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey
A little bit uptight
Wonderin why he comin home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight
But i said it'll be alright
[Chorus - lil mo]
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I'm livin wrong
But i can't let ya go
Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
Already got a wife (got a wife)
Can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I'm livin wrong
But I can't let ya go
[Fabolous]
You aint ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So i made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, i'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So i cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly rings
Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things
I aint gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry bout u tellin the whole world I'm your man while on Springer
At first you were somethin i denied
Something I would slide
Just do somethin in the ride
But shorty
Theres something that you provide
Cause the entre ain't as good without somethin' on the side
you know
[Chrous]
[Fabolous]
Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She wont care if im a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the carsely
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly
[Lil Mo]
You know I get from you
Anytime this chick is there for you
Feelings im'ma share wit you
Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you
[Chorus] 2x
Fabolous:
uh huh yeah,
P.Diddy ::talking over jagged edge::
(yeah whoa) This the moment they all been waiting for playboy (ok)
we here now we in the house now for sure
check this out, im tired of playing games
and yes im definantly sure ill trade it all
fabolous
(Chorus - Jagged Edge)
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Fabolous:
I assumed I'm so into you
cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you
when they ask I aint gotta say whom in them interviews
my sweet thing never believe them rumors that been the truth
like I had numerous friends its true
but you was wifey can chase me to a room in a minute boo
maybe, my sense of humor gets into you
but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you away for like June and December to
so what you think about cancun till the winter through
I dont know what the other consumers you been with do
I put a days decide to go to blooms and just spend with you
like any other man I would of zoomed to the clinic to
now I wanna see if me and my juniors identical
a dude put a wound on the skin of you
I swear that everything, that same afternoon he'll be in the news
feel me?
(Chorus - Jagged Edge)
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
P. Diddy:
come here girl, come and take a walk with me
so I could, take you places you dont often be
come on ma, come and get lost with me
as far as the other chicks cant get em off of me
everlasting love in a whole other fashion
all im asking let me cash in
cause id give all the cash in, all of the Sean John fashion
im already flashing perhaps when
you figure out, exactly what diddy bout
if we could take this whole city out
now who gonna stop us, who gonna knock us
top us, we cant find coppers to lock us
liah jets and choppers, love hella propers
separate the weak for the obster
leap hard to keep I got cha, I rock ya
word to big poppa, I got cha
yeah
(Chorus)
(P. Diddy Talking)
(uh..yeah)
id give this all up for you shorty (now what you want huh?)
get cha mind right, ride with me (now what you want huh?)
take this for me, fabolous come on
Fabolous:
this newcomers known, to move with the seasons
couple winter lodges, few summer homes
im there for every eww um and moan
and make sure when the new hummer roam, the shoes coming chrome
I aint going buying white yellow and cucumber stones
that same shit the sewer woman bones
but life gets gruesome alone
even though I got that kinda bread that wont matter if a few crumbs are blown
lights out I flew some alone
now I wanna wake up everyday with you in a new number zone
mamamia, its you ima phone
just to erase, all the negative views from your dome
and I promise this fellas G
and so can stay in the calm over jealous and drama you telling me
so mama come yell at me
so i can put the top down and we can cruise like tom and Penelope
my charm is a felony
(Chorus)
(P.Diddy talking)
yeah there it is, diddy,
desert storm, rock on and rock on
bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on
DJ CLUE, DURU
rock on rock on
trade it all baby
and thats a lot
for real, stop playing
holla at your boy, stop playing
Tryin to show you somethin shorty
Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin to help you open yo' eyes and see that
Ha ha, this some shit, cool shit, real playa like
Hey shorty, we can do it real playa like
We can go a few places that you say you like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
(Me and you, how we do, be so flyyyy)
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm filet mignon with a tape-up fade
I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades
Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made
You sleep better knowin you gon' wake up paid
Hairstyle, nails filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a droptop Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'ma stop by the barber, you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on 12, dinner for dos
We, begin with a toast, end with a dose
of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba
It's Sunday, so you know the Forge is
Weather gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky
We can show the world how to be fly, yessss
If you want to act Hollywood fine, but shorty let's do it
when we sittin on the hills like the Hollywood Sign
And every man lies, but not every man flies
privately to Van Nuys
Range on the runway, driver to pop doors
Straight to Barney's, somethin we need to stop for
She like, "It's early - what we gonna shop for?"
How 'bout green grass breakfast, top floor
Later on Fred C, or Max Fields
Real playa like dress, good black heels
No 'Hanas, we can do Katana's
You, me, and ooh-wee marijuana
Then slide through Hyde, might include Mood
Maybe go to Area, if it's in the area
The Friday's young, try things my way hon
Malibu ride, highway 1
Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
You make me better (you make me better)
I'm fly as I can be, but when you're with me
I can't help but notice, I'm more focused (but you're the coldest)
Girl you are so...
Ay shorty
Bring the Maybach, we got a long way to go
Just lay back, you had a long day, I know
And they whack, do it the wrong way, I know
I play back but have the song playin low
While - we six-deuce and let you fix Goose
In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took the hell-eye
but we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors for nine mill'
Real playa like two doors from Seinfeld
White marble, new floors that shine still
And the help keep food stored, wine chilled
Hey, you gotta live one day right (right)
Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night?
Then back 'fore they notice back up in Lotus
Make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money
You niggas got it twisted man
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh,
c'mon if it don't make me math.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke,
well i cant take being broke.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money.
Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money
You niggas are comical, who me
I'm seven digits two commacal on my mama fool
I'm getting this money and that kill'em
they looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams
Money Mike, I gets money on the mic
and some say I'm wild'n out
Bargadi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing
but i ain't gotta fucking choice
my money talks in a Chris Tucker voice
"And you know this man"
You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian
I start laughing as soon as i put your CD in
you joke, you joke, you kid, you kid
should have went to Comedy Central with the vids you did
but ok, you B.E.T. only if its Comic View
Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too
I'm Marty Mar, at a Auty Mar
Cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par
Ed Harty naw this is carty ma
but that was a good one, Hardy har
Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh HAW
The jokes on you niggas
see the figures don't add up to the claims
you Sam Kinnison you just screaming names
my brother my partner for real like the Wayans
plus everything in live In Living Color
High rise checks diamonds the size of Robin Harris'
I Bebe Kids my neck
You call it a tribute, a ?? distribute
sales was slow i got Paco to contribute
some morals in each state, move weight, get caught,
don't talk, Dave Chappelle niggas might break
so hilarious, how the chariots, carry us
Phantom is light gray sort of like Ashy Larry is
King of the one liner lil' rhymers watch what you say
you just a potty mouth like Andrew Dice Clay
I pop collars on niggas, i drop dollars on niggas
i jell O's together i Bill Cosby on niggas
got you lost in the smoke i Micheal Connelly you niggas
i watch u verse from the fire i Richard Pryor you niggas
said enough nigga sort of like Kramer
i'm joking you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em
Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look
funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi
I am to fly, in the booth I
make joke of them, i ain't the richest nigga but i ain't broke as them
I'm serious, petty worth will make a man delirious like Eddie Murph
Girls get curious
is he really funny, don't be silly honey
i'm the burner packing
Bernie Macing
I ain't scared of you mafuckers kick ass
hon stack thick ass
a deck of card VIP section hard
they try to holla at me you know the heckler broads
I'm popping Rose, I don't the neck to God
don't front yo, i be in the front row
watch your wise cracks or i'll be at your front door
and i push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley
LOL this is LOS
Yesssss...
Nigga the slump is over, we winnin again
Bring some money out homey, we spend again
Wipe the frown off shorty, we grinnin again
Did he say again? Yesssss... we winnin again
I'm ridin through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin
Me I'm just acknowledgin, with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick, who belong, on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin, but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a fuck, I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar, you might be familiar
with a few faces but they still the nine milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy bruh
I do more than William Bryant, I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not, really the, kid at all
But I hope you get it y'all, I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all
What I don't get at all, is what these critics call
stuntin, don't mean nuttin, they don't live her like they read it y'all
It ain't the car, it's the way it's kitted y'all
Meanin it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang, if not expect this bang
But all this wreckless slang, it don't effect us mayne
They build you up to break you down, it's just like Tetris mayne~!
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal, I is the important deal
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's Jordan deal
I'm young mellow game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nuttin into somethin, you can do it too
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk..
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that
But you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties
1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out
Fucka
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it..
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style
You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it...
'Cause we a tha Boss in it
We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in...
Thats my true callin'
Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it...
Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it.
Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green
They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans
They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean
My style excites you, I know what that might mean
Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio
Yo, tryna' leave with your skio
Aye, but its mandatory tho'
Yo' after me let shorey go
But thats another story tho'
But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show
How cool is he?
You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me
You'd rather swim in a pool of pee
Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me
But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par
We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr'
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world
Girls want to be part of my world
Look, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz i like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b; group skio's
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then let me see ya hands up
I like my
In four inch Christian Laboutins
Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my
Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, only got frank and fitty's
Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'll bust out tops
I like my Classy and sassy,
Still know how to be nasty
Like my
Wit' no laws, no flaws
No bra's and no drwaws'
Those yours
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I love Dominicians
And might be stylin' wit' a Italian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the million if they they Brazilian
I'm sailin wit' a Australian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished English
I fly in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
to listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Fabolous
Preach, Brother preach
Fabolous
Preach Brother preach
Preach to 'em Brother, Church
Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?
Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool
If not you gotta walk like a runway fool
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..
..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They should make scriptures wit my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya
Church
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
pimps that take what they want
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps
I feel like the angel of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's like I was put here to put layers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put pairs in the rear
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of relief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the club I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in
God loves me
Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an international ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
soon as it get in they nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans
You prolly got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up
I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up
You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
Off the love I can't
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I what?
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all (ok)
Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)
And academic sample velours (uh huh)
Hypnotic samples the poor (woo)
The European sample is all (yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?
After a million scanned on it (yeah)
Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause i got the same mike's that Jordan had on the "Space Jam"
Why wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement
Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche
Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados
Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Dont try to fuck wit me yall
Cause you cant
Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game
Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga
Uhh, Haha
Throwback this, Throwback that
It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti
And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti
When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks
So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train
The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain
I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose
I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals
They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there
I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear
The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder
Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder
And even the pimps be jealous
When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S.
And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest
This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest
When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with it
Im in the Athletics with the matchin' A's fitted
This aint even for the minors
Cause they dont know nothin' bout the Joe Montana, 49ers
Seattle, Probally heard different rumors
Either about the Payton or the Griffey Jr.
I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway
Or the Nuggets that make them yell Ehhhh
In Pheonix I do the old Suns
Cause the new jerseys is cool, But nothings really like the old ones
Ya know
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
In New York what I wear the the club may vary
Mets or Yankees like the Subway Series
When I'm in Boston I melt the bean
In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green
In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these
In a size 56 Phillies
In Jersey I got the Nets on
That you can bet on
In D.C. I couldnt pull it
Without the Bullets
When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
Them birds know I got the Falcons or the Hawks on
That peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often
Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins
Aint no complaints on
When I'm in New Orleans with the Saints on
In Houston I pass hoes
In the Astros
In Dallas I always gotta have
The Cowboys or the Mavs
??, To keep it comin, And Imma keep it comin
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Ain't no tellin' what this hypno will do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's gluing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin him die slow
you need full clips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
but they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
till there's a murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you brother
then the newspapers put you all over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
D-Block
True indeed
Double R
Yes, true indeed
Desert Storm
True indeed
(Sheek Lu' where you at?)
True indeed
(Haha, You know how we doin' baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block)
Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field)
(How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal
(My nigga give me the word, I'm gonna kill that lane)
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
(And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways
And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta
(Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom)
And we still got kilos of coke
(Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath)
That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost
(Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6
Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick)
Give me the safe, I spit at your face
Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase
(And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this)
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya)
Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta)
Ya'll know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Ya'll know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta
Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo
We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both)
Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty
I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde
I don't keep the scope on the ratchet
And for the dope I'm gonna catch it)
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
My whole crew (got glocks on 'em)
In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em)
All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
(We done came out the cages in shackles
I ain't call a pager to track you
I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you
We been riding together
And us back and forth), it's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America"
(Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area)
The kids don't want to see the toast of mom and daddy
Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties
In a toasted armor Caddy
(And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain nigga)
We gettin heaps of complaints for Keepin' it Gangsta (Keepin' it Gangsta)
Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK)
M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY)
B Day nigga get up off snooze
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news
You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up
Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
And die in that truck
(be cautious when your walkin' through, be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom)
It's the livest motherfuckers of the century
You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha)
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
(NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
The MO (MO) P is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON)
Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch
Play C low, and spit four five's at your six
Ya'll don't really wanna lose your life
So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice
Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier
Jump (JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over
With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone
Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn
You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin' it Gangsta
With a truck full of goons that fakesta
And the Brownsville niggas from the past
That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag
You gangsta, Paul whatever (haha), cause for real if I ever ever (what)
Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM)
Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's alot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs
I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this fuckin money man
It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)
Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit)
I usually don’t get to rag um (uh)
But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- “I love the video that you and P. Daddy in” (yeah right)
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I'm like like Dirk when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)
Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that)
Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the fuck)
I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance”
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Yeah, Uh
I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
But I ain't Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin'
For the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
"What's my name?" and they yell
F-A-B, OHH!
You shouldn't of even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex's now, nigga
I'm the fella that keep em yellin', and it's nothin to get em'
I don't sweat em', that's what I tell em'
And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em
I get them to forget the day that they met 'em
And I let 'em cause I can spend 'em
And it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin'
The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in
She won't tell the truth she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth it's the truth I'm speakin'
Any girl I gave it to, can't even go love another man
I give it to 'em like no other brother can
She say my man can barley move me
But boy you make me scream like a scary movie(ahhhhhhh)
On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas
And I proved that dude you messed with's a wanksta (Ohh)
Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie
And she ain't fuckin' wit you
It's a shame you lames
Can't even maintain ya dames
And it's insane the way that she gave me brain
My pimp game's the same don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it
Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man's a basic
See it all in his faces, he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet
Bet ya man can't do it like me
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keepin' you in check
Is buyin' you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I, get dome from her
When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle
Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah)
Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggaz hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
And I'm gettin' a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shorties our relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it
That's right, we got the hang of it
Mike Shorey, Fabolous
Street Family, Desert Storm
I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine
It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain
I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine
Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain
Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain
Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained
But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train
Sometimes I ain't see no gain
cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains
I was lucky I ain't seized or maim
Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games
But now shit with these skios changed
I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange
Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain
Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain
Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane
In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes
I'm still here
My moma used to tell me
"Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen"
Who knew I'd have what it takes,
to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no
My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared?
Cause one day it could happen"
I dreamed about this game,
but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no
I just want some peace of mind
Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine
Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline
I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined
But on a small island, too far for police to find
With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined
I gotta make sure my niece is fine
She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time
Some be like "At least you signed"
But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines
All ya'll can see if every piece be dime
And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime
Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind
It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine
And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind
Hold your head, your stress will cease in time
Sometimes I wish I could go way back when
I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson
Everything was OK back then
Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin
I gotta go back through my ol' way packin
These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons
I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin
But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s
And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin
Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin
These hoes may crack grins
but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions
If I would've let this flow stay packed in
I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in
For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those
gray plaques in
Yeah
One day it'll happen
That One day I'd be rappin
One day it could happen
One day I'd be trapped in
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian
Who have the weekend occaison
Sneak in the Days Inn
I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin'
Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in
Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion
Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement
With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice
Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is
So you ain't gotta be perfect
I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it
Still what I mean is
Your brains gotta send chills through my penis
'Til I feel like a geinus
Look at it from a playa's postition
I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition
My classes be like two three hours
That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades in all of my classes
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes
Thses bitches they done got real bad
Cause now I pull out, Leavin'em lookin' like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette
All it takes would hood tutors and some good budda
And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters
They don't care where the cops is
Outta the blue they stop biz
Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz
I stay 10 minutes in night clubs
Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb
I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night
class in the CL
Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared
Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR
If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin
It's for certain
You are the weakest link, Goodbye
You know my girls in North and South Caddy
They all for mouth waxin'
And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes
I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali
And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie
And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL
Dont even know them hoes
In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece
Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous
The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle
Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA
Them hoes in Detroit will suck the whole Brevoort
My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town
My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore
Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou
New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
that can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
that ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still
That's right
[VERSE 1:]
You've got fashion and style
I'm lovin' your smile and
The way you get down
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd
(Baby no one else matters)
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
While all the girls say
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[BRIDGE:]
When I'm lookin' in the mirror
Honey, you are all I see
And it could not be no clearer
That I need you here with me
[VERSE 2:]
I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around
Listen and you will find that
Your heart beats for me
Girl, I hear the sound
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
While all the girls say
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[BRIDGE:]
When I'm lookin' in the mirror
Honey, you are all I see
And it could not be no clearer
That I need you here with me
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
Yeah y'all
This the Triangle Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
We all "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustlin...
C'mon y'all
Desert Storm
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped in my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now could you hear nigga all in this place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain't Hard To Tell!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction!
Yo, You think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators
They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on
Got 'em, get 'em close and, lookin' like I scooped up
the Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
they should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds
Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody
Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody (yup)
ready for the show, you can call me the light man
(diamonds on my damn chain)
you can call me the bright man
see I don't do ?brightless?, I do ?AP's?
yea I spend G's on all these VV's
blowin' on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert?
step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit I got her from Fab
yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab
Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a plane
When you're sitting in between 'em
they hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the "Phenom"
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this Tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan
We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
We spent more time, "Making The Band" than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I'm out in DC, at the "White and Gold House" (White and Gold House)...
Wanna convince me love? Secret Service me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good "Chain of Events"! N****!
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, I try to end hoes
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pot too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the bulls
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Chorus:]
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
[Verse 1:]
You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand em the tone
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution
[Chorus]
Had to let you know
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
I'd like to congratulate you
Congratulations
And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Loso, mo betta (mo betta) Mo cheddar (mo cheddar)
I do the rolls I am not a mo wetta??
Challenge me with the bling these niggas know betta
The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
Hoes betta, have a fall back attack,
come through like a funeral all black on black
couple six deuces, all back to back,
few flyin spurs all back to back
need a 04, 05 dunkin n them
when it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them
naaaah I aint talking donuts
I'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts
You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed
Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo stuntin, (mo stuntin) mo frontin (mo frontin)
How you gettin it homie, show something
You can ask about him, he go hard
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Last time I was seen in a strip club
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club
May I, say I, made a way?
Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away
Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point
Lemme hear em say aah, when he spit to the joint
You gon hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gon'
Come like them dudes came for tony at the Babylon
Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?
The L-O-S-O, I guess no
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo winin' (mo winin') mo dinin (mo dinin)
Slow windin gangstas throw signs and
I cant help that the chain is so shinin
That the shit on my wrist is just co-signin
They don't search us they know we got the flames
But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer
I believe in god, but my true religion
Is stuffin big faces down in these ??
We everywhere you aint never there
New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs
Pushin something we aint got our names on
2 '07's neither one of us is james bond
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
The streets is watchin the hood is lookin
Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm lookin
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
[DJ Envy:]
Yeah its the peoples choice DJ Envy
[Big Mike:]
alongside the kid Big Mike
[DJ Envy:]
You know how we do
One more time on the sneak tip
Why wouldn't we though?
I mean why not?
Lets get into it
New shit DJ Envy featuring Fabolous
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Niggas won't be happy 'till they got price tags on 'em
Layin' in hospital beds with ice bags on 'em
I'm comin' through in coupes with the nice mags on 'em
Diamond chain with a Jesus Christ tag on 'em
Maybe I'm just feelin' the Kush
Everybodys against war but right now I'm feelin like Bush
When you get money theres nothin' that you can't do on the Earth
Its not a problem for niggas to plant you in the Earth
Better walk with Uzes
The talk is useless
Don't try to spoon ya reason or fork excuses
Cause I don't feed into the bullshit (nah nigga)
Without a ten millimeter and full clip
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
The kids too cool to let these young boys get the best of him
The 4 fifth put 'em in one troy with the rest of 'em
These niggas try to get they nose into my biz
And get emotional cause they hos wanna try Spizz
The shooters are beggin' me show who the guys is
And when the cops find 'em they won't know who the guys is
It ain't my fault that ya'll ain't comin' up yet
But I'm probally responsible for makin' stomachs upset (WOW)
My chain
Give a nigga my brains
When the coupe flow by
Make a nigga throw drive
And you fuckin' with a OG
My new year's resoloution was to leave these suckas in the O three nigga
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
[Intro - Fabolous]
Yeah, yeah, yeh
Them n-ggas is talking baby
Don't listen to that sh-t
Don't mind them, they just talking baby
They know they can't f-ck with me baby
(That mean they can't f-ck with you)
You tell them like that bitch told Scarface
(What she say?)
Ah huh, you know what it is
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Nice
Ah huh, you know what it is
Welcome to my city where we do it big
Ah huh, shawty that's nothing
When you put on for your city baby that's something
For my town I am known to put it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Who at the city say it with me and lets shut it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
I wear my Yankee hat like it was crown
I did it big then, like I does it now
That's why they throw it at me, like the own the mall
Came up so it's more than likely going down
When I'm in the town that's Ciroc pourin'
And that Marley Marl, 4 doorin'
Screaming what's up, I'm like damn cutie
You got a Pam booty, that ass Cole stupid
I bet she got some Gina head that be so stupid
I be the biggest fan, no groupie
Ask about me they gon say they want none of son
So it's amari on these n-ggas still number 1
Nice
[Chorus]
Ah huh, you know what it is
Welcome to my city where we do it big
Ah huh, shawty that's nothing
When you put on for your city baby that's something
For my town I am known to put it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Who at the city say it with me and lets shut it down
Yeah yeah
(What it look like Clue?)
Fresh off the hiatus
(Brooklyn what it look like baby?)
Hi haters
(Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead)
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Its the capital L-capital O- capital S- capital O-
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
[Verse: Fabolous]
I got a swag like the hustlers from Harlem had
I'm blowin' on a drag like Marley had
The bitches that I bag be Barbie bad
Not to exag
The brains like a Harvard grad
You can't rob him
Unless you got a Carbon Mag
Its not a problem
Puttin' you in a garbage bag
Try to bob him
Just like you Marvin Hagg
You can't mob him
Unless its for a autograph
I ought to laugh
Like ha ha ha ha
I'm in a Jay-Z edition Otto ma ha ha ha
New Blue Yankee Rich Yung long John
Red Monkey Jeans this shit from Hong Kong
I'm long gone
[Fabolous:]
Clue let a nigga get his breath man
Yeah
What it look like Brooklyn?
I got some bars for ya
I got the finance to crush him
5 grand to hush him
Niggas talk the shit its my chance to flush him
My fans'll brush him
My mans'll rush him
Imagine if I would've used my hands to touch him
Who want it with I
You run with the guy
Thats like suicide you wanted to die
Two gun if you lie
Few done it like I
Its three to look at the coupe its two hundred to buy
Yeah I'm big with the bittys
Do it big in the city
Without Jigga or Fitty
Or Biggie or Diddy
I show niggas no pity
Just figure they dritty
Send sac with the forty made me way with the fitty
They'll be gunnin' and buckin'
You'll be runnin' and duckin'
Hopin' none of 'em get ya
Its like dope when it hit ya
With the scope I'm a split ya
Send the pope to be with ya
Still you'll need doctors to open and stitch ya
[Announcer voice]
He's young, he's handsome
He's a poet, a prophet
And many people believe he will be the champion of the world
Welcome to my workplace
This is my "Get Ya Ass Back To Work" face
Bedroom storage, kitchen workspace
Stick a finger in the pot, see how the work taste
SWEET!
Call it rock candy
When you bake cakes, you keep Betty Crock' handy
They say it's best you scratch, fresh new batch
Can you smell what The Rock is cookin?
Wrestling match
1, 2, 3, ding!
We put it in the microwave, not the ring
The Vince McMahon of brick weighing
Make a wall outta them shits, brick laying
The apartments stinker than a fart sent
Like walking in Bloomingdales fragrance department
You smell fumes, from hells tomb
Then it gets moved to the back mail room
That's where it's packaged to deliver
All through the city, and right across the river
Welcome to my workplace
Better than MacCartney with the Beatles when I work base
Get it in, get it out, steady work pace
Last time it was tested, my work aced it
Dude I can't feel my faced it
Sat back like I am wasted
The J.P. Morgan of the coke business
Your moneys funny and I ain't in the joke business
Hi and bye on the phone, I never spoke business
What the fuck I do ain't these folks business
Bitches half-naked, niggas fully loaded
Speaks for itself, don't even gotta promote it
This that Loso's Way
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer
Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
for niggaz who supposed to be drama
I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin like candles
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea
I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
I still got love for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
and gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We dont give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
[Intro: Wyclef Jean]Wake up,
Wake up.
You've got the power.
You've got the power.
My people got the east yo you've got to wake up.
Midwest dirty south, yo, you've gotta stand up.
All my homies in the west, yo, you got to wake up.
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up.
(Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up)
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up.
(Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up)
Wake up,
Wake up.
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]Wake everybody, no more sleeping in bed.
No more backwards thinking, time for thinking, ahead.
The world has changed so very much from what it used to be.
There's so much hatred, war, and poverty.
[Verse 1:]
[Monica]Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way.
Maybe then they'll listen to what you have to say.
[Claudette Ortiz]''cause they're the ones who's coming
up, the worlds is in their hands.
When you teach the children, teach 'em the very best you can.
[Verse 2: Eve]Bring peace do we mean it?
Can you feel it when we scream it out loud, do you believe that we need it?
Do you believe that it could get right?
Do you believe that the children of the world deserve a good life?
Well, if you do, it's time to wake up your mind.
We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time.
But we gotta start somewhere.
How 'bout wit you and me?
From us it goes to others, then we can have our unity.
[Verse 3:]
[Musiq]Wake up all the doctors make the old people well.
They're the ones who suffer and catch all the hell.
But they don't have so very long before the judgment day.
So won't you make them happy before they pass away?
[Ashanti]Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it, long as we lend a hand.
The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind.
And surely things will work out,
[Ashanti & Faith]''cause they do it all the time.
[Verse 4: Fabolous]I ain't here to take up y'all time.
I came to shake up y'all mind; it's everybody's wake up call time
I can't sleep to long; why they do the people wrong?
Let's clean the world up before they sweep you gone.
This is real talk, so you can peek through songs.
So when you feel weak these words'll keep you strong.
And help make a change for the betta;
It's hard for one to do it but we can make some changes together.
[Bridge: Everybody + Choir + (Brandy)]Hey, yeah.
The world won't get no better (Get no better),
If we just let it be (Let it be).
The world won't get no better.
We gotta change it, yeah (We gotta change it, yea), you and me.
The world won't get no better (Won't get no betta),
If we just let it be (Let it be, let it be, let it be).
The world won't get no better (Betta) we gotta change it, yeah, you and me.
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]Set a goal put a plan up here. We gotta stand up here.
Give thanks to the man up stairs.
Put the egos and the prides to the side regardless,
And just be role models, parents, and artists.
We can make a change or make it the hardest.
If you gonna make a baby, you should make him the smartest.
Let him know good from bad, right from wrong;
How to roll wit the punches when life moves on.
And the stress won't take toll if you don't sweat it.
World won't get no betta if we don't let it.
Let the negative energy ride;
Keep hope alive it's 'bout time we open our eyes.
Wake up.
[Hook: Jahiem]Wake everybody no more sleepin' in bed.
No more backwards thinkin' time for thinkin' ahead.
The world has changed so very much from what it used to be.
There's so much hatred, war, and poverty.
[Verse 6: Missy Elliot]Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Yup, well, y,all besta vote.
I don't care about the guns you tote.
Listen to me like you listen to Fahrenheit 9/11.
Ain't no time for the second guess,
The words I speak (Wake up),
The ones who sleep, now leave the ships; fix your mouth to teach.
MCs, teach the kids what's peace.
They don't have to worry bout the police.
We make 'em rich so they don't have to thief.
Every artist here on this track; (Ho!)
We'll make a change here for young cats. (Ho!)
This is for everybody, white or black.
You betta go and vote, and get up off yo back. (Wake up)
[Outro: Everybody + Choir +
(Floetry -- 1st 4-Natalie Stewart,
2nd 4-Marsha Ambrosius)]Wake up everybody,
no more sleepin' (As life rolls on, lift your head; lift your voice up).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (You see.
the power of the people have the choice to reunite love).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Not a choice,
it's a gift that the people have to fight for).
Wake up everybody, time for thinkin'.
(And the rights are too personal for anyone to ignore)
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Take the opportunity).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Your responsibility, yeah).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Your voice has to be heard).
Wake up everybody, time for thinkin' (Save the world, save the world).
Wake up everybody no more sleepin'.
Wake up everybody no more sleepin'.
Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
[Fab]yesss
what it look like
tryin 2 show dese niggas man
its dat street fam man we rep dat
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics
F**k getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke playing wayan brother games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis keenin
Aimin with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shawn ya
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl youh
Now you could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we slop you like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen poland spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all heard(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya all durbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Chaa
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Ansanin
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After thine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash
Diesel
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
yeaa uh
You ain't got nuthin on me
Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You aint got nuthin on me
Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
[Fabolous:]
Ya boy is back man
Ghetto Fab nigga
Street Fam
Guess who
Whats hood?
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Nah I ain't slip one bit
But now a days you got to watch who you sip one with
You get the clip one hit
And don't see what they put in the blunt
The newspapers'll have ya face put on the front
Like "He was just in the club gettin' tipsy"
"Then they found him dead and patipsy"
Won't be me tryin' to get me a free fill
While a bitch drop a E Pill
In my refill
I'm supposed to have the toast with me
I can't let 'em get closer than they supposed to be
Nigga fall back
Before you wake up with a body cast on
Face look like you got a hockey mask on
Teflon Don Gotti passed on
You don't want to be who the shottys blast on
Hey kid walk straight pass then say hi
Before your mom be lookin' for a casket to buy
I'm sippin' champagne and swingin' Coronies
I got them bitches them niggas is lonely
These niggas is phonies
I shoot up the club like when Frank Lopez hit them niggas for Tony
Yeah
[Fabolous:]
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
Ya'll niggas don't wanna fuck with the Fam
Get rid of that lame
Get rid of that
We about to girl
we about to girl
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, it's on
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
"tit - tit tat"
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
It's my world! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Ya heard?! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell, ya heard?! Haha!
You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's
Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys
That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it
Now I'm on the move, on the move
Running the City, something like Diddy
At 150, wit the gun and the cd (wow!)
Niggaz who be hunting for biddies
Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do
They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through
They know the way I do is what the AK'll do
Listen here we can disappear for a day or two
Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon!
Like Case say 'Touch Me, Tease Me'
But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy
I'm in the white cut E-Veezy
Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy!
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like.
You see I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born
Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone
The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em
As soon as they change the shapes I'm in em
The BAPEs they send em wit snake skin in em
To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in em
(Nowww!) I move to left like.. then I move to the right like
They follow the need to follow my lead
Do the do then swallow my seed, like
You can leave the spot you cramped in
Live in the Hamptons like a champion
Refuse to choose the, use the loser
Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya
And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter
If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter
You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite
The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto
Hello, my name is - fuck that! I'm famous
Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B
I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be
You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me?
Like - get me on or get me gone
It's at least 22's that they sit me on
I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too
Crack the button up so the ice beam through
You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet
Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl
[Chorus]
She all on me cuz all I do is,
Ride around in Bentleys coups
Got no need she got me,
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop,
All all all all all we do is shop until we drop,
Just throw it in the bag (x2)
I said if you getting money if you getting money
if you getting money, just throw it in the bag,
Just throw it in the bag, I just throw it in the bag,
I don’t know how much it cost but I know this b-tch is bad,
walking to that register like I didn’t know it had a tag
I’m no liar I don’t front Imma buy her what she wants,
cos the queen souose to get what she desire what she wants,
if my lady likes to eat, i’m gon buy her restaurant,
and she such a boss b-tch she can hire who she wants,
she can help me blow this green, she the fire to my blunt,
you can try it if you want but it’s gon cost you,
bag with the Gs, Jeans with the horseshoe
she can go to work or chill like a boss do,
that n-gga aint ya n-gga unless he endorse you
they saying it aint trickin if you got it they lying,
I say it aint trickin if you got her she mine,
you n-ggas aint got to worry bout her she fine,
my player cards approved you n-ggas declined,
[Chorus]
[Drake]
Uhh Ahhh,
We up in Barneys going dumb again,
Every time we leave the manager say come again,
honestly shes prol old enough to be my momma’s friend,
she just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again,
if the card declined you need to check that sh-t and run again,
they don’t give you limits when you keep that money coming in,
yeah, just fold some paper round the magnet,
as soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag,
She mature to say the least,
and if I get a car she make sure to pay the lease,
she used to have a husband until she found out that he cheats,
then she filed for divorce and watched that bank account increase,
she got a condo with a view, a house with a pool,
her son is 26 but he just went away to school,
she always show me pictures of him, tell me thats her baby,
i hope that i never meet him, that n-gga look craaaazy,
and I be spending all my lady chips,
she got me feeling like my daddy back in 86,
yeah, she say that she lucky that she his,
no, I m lucky that you mine baby, you know what it issssss.
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I said if you getting money if you getting money
if you getting money, just throw it in the bag,
Shorty so nice, I don’t mean polite,
when I say nice, i mean looking right,
and you can’t put a price on something looking right,
if they ask how much, tell em what its looking like,
everything i buy fly, it’s like i’m booking flights,
if I want it I’mma get get it,
that should not be tooken light,
and its on everything I got a crazy lady,
so money aint a thing, jay-z, JD,
like Jay-Z lady, it’s Beyonceing,
supporting your women goes beyond paying,
watching me ball is like LeBron playing,
I’m in the Louie shoes you might see Kanye in,
they saying it aint trickin if you got it they lying,
I say it aint trickin if you got her she mine,
you n-ggas aint got to worry bout her she fine,
my player cards approved you n-ggas declined,
[Chorus]
Featuring: The-Dream
Oh, you already know what it is
We got anotha one, boy, ATL
(Just throw it in the bag)
Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son?
Wassup Fabo?
Hey man, I got that black Amex wit me
Aka that throw it the bag card, yeah
Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Yeah, I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I keep her in Louboutin, Louie Vuitton
Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me
I'm the one with them ones
Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag
(Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag)
Ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?
(Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag )
Neiman Marcus, you know what I mean, and all that, ya, come on
Look at price tags, where they do that at?
Heard that in ATL when I'm in ATL
Just ask my baby girl, I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin' so-so, and I know Jay Dee well
A couple Benzes, black, white, gray CL
Got niggas lookin' like, "Did we miss a Mercedes sale?"
Don't wonda what I do, just know they pay me well
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my labels
That's the way we feel, must be nice, man
You wit' the right man, you ain't gotta price scan
Or ask how much, now what I look like
Son, I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like?
You get it 'cause I got it, I got it, so you get it
In Miami, they say don't stop, get it, get it
Mommy do the speedie, daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin' ruffles
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
See I know what I'ma tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
That's the way it suppose to be
A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it
So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket
That Remy Mar got him spendin' plenty bar
Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar
So get with Loso, he ain't gotta know so
Such a gentlemen, dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh, you gotta man, well you need a richa one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get you one
Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular
Them niggas price checkin', you can help them in a second
As we proceed to get you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed, shorty, throw it in the bag
(Just throw it in the bag)
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Uh, I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think y'all know by now it's ..
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's garage is as big as the projs (yeah)
I move from city to city like a nigga at large (yeah)
This move is Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars (woo)
Like you really gon' get me (uh huh)
You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty (haha)
The chilla's wrong with me (uh)
You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me (uh huh)
I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me (uh huh)
Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me (yeah)
Any bitch that chill her jones with me
End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh)
I got a ziplock the killer grown with me
I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)
Justin will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney (uh)
I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me
YEAH!
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin to be fucked with (yeah)
I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with (yeah)
I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy (uh)
There's no one else from head to ankle that fly (uh uh)
Who put slugs point blank through that guy (uh huh)
And there's nothin (uh huh) these dudes ain't do that I (uh), can't do at my (uh)
earliest convenience (uh), your girlie ain't foreseen since (uh)
the feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little flow (yeah)
They said sounded like the guy who's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)
Personally I think they was reachin a little dough
But now they callin just to get a feature so it'll blow (yeah)
I'm teachin my little bro
to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I'll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh)
Even devil worshippers got up outta the God
I know all you cowards is hard
Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards
With our regards, nigga
Uh, uh, nigga
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for you non-spellin motherfuckers, Street Family
Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
Uh, fuck up, word to Brooklyn
I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you niggas disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still here
We still here
What does this break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my case
I'm a rappin lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No Carlito's way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is called My day
So its my say, Pass my K
[Talking:]
It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do
We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can start the funeral service
First off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in peace to the competition, yeah
Rest in peace to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right?
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da
I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really what you cannot see
So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no Nazi
But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice
There Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the mirror
And the only competition's you
And even that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it
I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner
My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida
I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her
Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I book flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it look like, nigga?
Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes
Black card, black jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, throw it in a body bag
Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud
African plug, that's what I call a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees
Black limos, black town cars, black hearses
Black register books signed in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses
The wake, it's the wake right here
Come before the funeral, nigga
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm killing these niggas
And I'm the undertaker, Drama
With the body in the bag
All these niggas is dead
You look around, they're all dead
I introduce you to the life
You need the life, the life needs you
Everything is nice
Let me welcome you to my world
Everything's in living color plus the fly girls
On the way and gotta watch them with a keen eye
Niggas ain't seen fly till they seen I
Maybach 'cause I'm not a limousine guy
Suit with the bow tie no bean pies
The La Perle match well with these Ferragamis
Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies
[Unverified] I get up like QB's
Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's
We don't follow unless you lead us into VIP
When they know your face they don't need to see ID
I can see the bottles coming from a mile away
[Unverified] on the top act like they don't know to star
She fuck with niggas like Fabolous
'Cause to tell the truth, baby, life's fabolous
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living? Oh I be living fabulous
I bow my head and I praise that
We be there and back before the Rose's flat
Picture me anywhere a clown stays at
I don't think so, homey, don't play that
Everything is BOSS, like a Rick ad-lib
Take it to house like it's Trick Dad Crib
We hit Miami like a hurricane
Shorty poolside, one piece Veroaine
She the baddest bitch in them Jackie O' shades
Flabby beach mat, she don't give me no shade
Hold the heat down, she don't even know Wade
Nigga get smoked like cigarette tote
I like her soft kiss and I dig her wet throat
I love her booty bounce like cigarette boats
And it won't quit, she can't wear skinny jeans
'Cause her ass don't fit, real shit
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you can be living that
You can be living that, you can be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living? Oh I be living fabulous
Got a rich bitch on the way
That for real though, just like Wanda say
She just wanna rock my world in the Wonder way
I'm sitting at the airport like andele
Fist I saw the luggy with the Louie monogram
Then I saw my baby like a sonogram
On the runway just me and Bentley
I open doors, you ain't gotta G the gent me
I was thinking Knick game, court side
She put her hands in my pants, I let that thought slide
We can get it on but there's no leg room
No water bed, just a boat with a bedroom
Now you tell me who can top this
Hey, laying on the deck topless
Got two different dames, it's a Fabolous thang
One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
(Mase)
I thought Duro was an old man before I met her
Check this out right, this is me M-A dollar sign E (C'mon, C'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, Harlem World be the burough
Cool 'da Love up above (that's right)
can't forget my family (who 'dat be) Cardan & KFC
Blinky Blink & D-R-E
(Uh-Huh) (Uh-Huh)
Cluemanati, We Like It (Uh-Huh)
Mase too smooth, call me debonair
hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon)
cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
what a brother, too black, me living here
we don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there
twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb
and if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since Big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, I be O-T,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a O-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
and I'm 2.8 and about to blow 3
(Mase) Fabulous Sport
Chorus: Now that's the way (Uh-Huh, uh-huh), We like It (Uh-Huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) We like it 3x
(Fabolous)
Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L-I through
Eyes low, from the L-I-Q
if you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do
give alias to any female, I screw
One running with Fabolous,who knew as well as I do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crew
be back downtown,bagging chicks at L-I-U
cause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the raw
Now I'm off in spring to tour, in Singapore
might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of Cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
and V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, I be throwing clinks on
and be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on
Chorus 3x
(Foxy)
Did you know that I, simply got these cats where I want 'em and...
(uh) See the 6 then I want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could freak with
And do that freak shit
And I'm stepping in hotter, like Don Dada
snatch my Prada, ya hoes done done nada
make you never wanna flash your shit
like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then I will crash your shit
If you think you was a'ight, I will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
use to be O-T, now I'm 2.3 (Uh)
Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
be that same chick, that you praying will fake
and I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)Fuck you think this is?
If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off
and, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit
Oh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)
You gotta love the way this playa be minglin
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin
The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin
Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
Allright, okay...
You just gotta stay patient boo
I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station thru
I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
How da hell ??? been tweekin out
How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin dat month
You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck
Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin
I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go
I think it's just that ladies ??
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy
I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy
And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be witt'em
Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em
I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro
I'll have you sprung fa sho
now i dont jerk off in public, but i been out doin my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)
fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci
that snapback wid dat snake skin, you niggas gotta see don c
muthafucka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces
ball like this, you gon see
the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin me fonzi
but i aint got my collar up, i just got my dollars up
big fish see little fish, n you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldnt of been in this shark tank, aint my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb's
aint no love in hip hop, but still let you eat 'em
came for the competition, but there wasnt much around
i let youu kiss the ring but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
now i aint come here to be playing, showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going innnn, everytime they let me out
ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like 'em wid dat keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i'm hardly here
gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em
weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you aint got it, convo, hell noo
stick to bein' you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see yall been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasnt much around
i let u kiss the ring, but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
It goes however I wanted to
These bitches never say can't
I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggers beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped son
No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I'ma go right away
My fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay
Gotta a crew of bad bitches
Call em the nice girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no spice girl
It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker
It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger
Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
Welcome to the funeral pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec
Let it breath...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Its goes getting more money
They come with more problems
I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man
See you got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems
Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man
Got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
[Paul Cain]
Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas
Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga
I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga
Don't just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em don't speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it
Couldn't get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin' and y'all thirst
Do shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff em in that long hearse
I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn
Damn, nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me
If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's
Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's
Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me
Wherever I'm at ,I'm smoking some Bob Marley
7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose
Believe the great deal with stress
I've been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach
Street fam for life, this we all owe the los
Whole gang bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We dun seen the World
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful everytime you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate
All the cars, audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Verse 1:]
My daddy left me, and he aint even die
So when he did go, i aint even cry
I had reason, but that aint even why
How could he have failed if he aint even try
I ask no questions, i aint even pry
Truthfully i wanted to i cant even lye
Like a canceled flight, that aint even fly
To just walk away, like you aint even my
Like, like, like i aint even your
I cant even say it, i aint even sure
He shouda gave me everything and left me even more
But he left me without saying what he was leavin for
And thats when i became a man
And thats the day he stopped bein one
This year i became a father
And imma die bein one, wassup son
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Verse 2:]
I have nightmares of me not bein round
He took his first steps and daddy couldnt be in town
Daddy's entertaining everybody
But missed out when it came to trainin for the potty
I give a fuck about hip-hops new beef
I was more excited when my son grew teeth
So i same the problem
Of the famous stardom
Just like Em and Haily
Just like Game and Harlem
Weezy's at the awards with Miss. Carter
Nah not his date, im talkin bout his daughter
Now thats stuntin like your daddy
Cuz its crazy when you wanna be nuthin like your daddy
And if you never been a man
That's the day you start bein one
This year i became a father
And imma die bein one, wussup son
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
So hear the truth remain to let me go
I wont hold that against you, i moved on
Just look what i become since you been gone
Now dont you turn away, Oh, please dont go
Here's what i got to say, Oh
Please dont go
Oh why'd you go away, Oh
Please dont go
I needed you here to stay, Oh
Please dont go
I cant believe this day, Oh
Please dont go
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Outro:]
Why did you leave me
Tell me why you dont care
Daddy tell me why did you leave me
Why you dont care
Tell me why did you leave me
Daddy tell me why you weren't there
[Fabolous:]
Yeah please believe it
Believe it please
Ghetto Fuckin' Fab
Niggas yeah yeah yeah uh yeah yeah Street Family
Brooklyn we back
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It wont stop 'till these young cowards bleed
So if you see the kid spittin' shells it ain't 'gon be sunflower seeds
Ya rims are too small rocks are too little
When ya talk to birds and rats like Dr. Dolittle
I barely reloads
I got those
Slugs that'll hit you in different area codes
Keepin' mine homie
I ain't Scarface I'm the quiet dude that creep behind Tony
I do it for fifty thousand
I'm the kid involved with more projects than New York City Housing
I get in ya girly's hiney
Cause they ain't seen the Jordans on my feet since the early ninetys
Since Box Beamers
I been bustin' on chick's faces 'till they look like they covered in Noxzema
I'm still be stashin' the sket
Even after my soundscan numbers look like the national debt holla
[Fabolous:]
Uh yeah uh
Fabolous, Desert Storm
Please believe it
Believe it please
We here now
Yeah uh
[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do
Stadium...
I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams are really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yea
oooh hooo ohhh
oooh ohh
[ Verse 1 ]
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to now
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I aint jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you
[ Chours 2x ]
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Verse 2 ]
Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed he be smoking
What typea drinks they be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxin when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
[ Chours 2x ]
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Verse 3 ]
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballaz look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was becomin successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way it could feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
[ Chours 1x ]
(oh I) I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Bridge ]
I really like what I feel when Im with you
You're a dream come true
Dont you ever leave my side (o no)
Cuz it feels so right (oh baby so right)
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
[Intro - Fabolous]
I wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stage
Know it's hard to see way up in the stands
I understand, but damn [x2]
Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle
Way too many of them with one hand
I understand, but damn [x2]
[Verse 1 - fabolous]
Yea, slow down baby, let me be your yellow light
The way we met was wrong, let me say hello right
You need a mellow night, a break from this ghetto life
The way I roll make them haters wanna yellow dice
She say what matters is that you keep them stilettos nice
And when you slap this ass, it shake like jello, right?
Well alright, roll them cigarellos tight
I nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow rice
Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair
And she know they talking but she never gon' care
Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon' hear
I can't imagine what a fall upon lebron's ear
Always been the girl that didn't have to wait in line
Niggas buy her watches just for making time
Fake say "give it up" never had to ask
They call her the stick up girl that never wore a mask
Baby, ain't you tired of life in this fast lane?
Packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch that last plane?
There's some dudes who take pride in trying to gas dames
The same dudes will see her and give they last name
Funny how I became the apple of her eye
The game went south and I'm a rapper from ny
Don't get me wrong: lil mama love "trap or die"
But through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guy
And fell in love with a 2009 verse
She said before we met, I fucked her in her mind first
We crossed paths, a mixture of karma and luck
I walked in strong, mentally palming my nuts
I got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cut
You know me? I can spot a swan from a duck
My approach? smoother than an armani tux
The diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truck
The small talk, warming her up, she palming her cup
She told me that I make her laugh and I'm charming as fuck
But for now she had to go, the chat just quickly changed
She was chilling, now she leaving, I mean that was kinda strange
Asked "can we meet again?" she said "that can be arranged"
And I'm sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchanged
We did, she slid, that'd a be explained
But for now she hopped into a platinum-colored range
[Trey songz]
See baby, see you gotta get ur mind right while there's still time left.
You know life, wanting vip sections and flight confirmations
Jumpin start to star, got ur own constellation
I aint tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am
Never follow ur heart
Sure to lose your mind... if u neva follow ur heart...
[Bridge]
You need to slow down... (yes baby u need to slow down) [x2]
Slow down...
You need to slow down
You need to slow... you need to slow... you need to slow down
You need to slow...
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
Chorus
A nigga young said the coming on a one way,
break em down i be in town Monday.
This for my niggas on the freeway,
riding dirty doing limit take it easy...ROLLIN
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY---Every time you see me on that 7-5,
so we got them choppa in this bitch boi,
26's in the hide, we just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
FABOLOUS
It's on ya'll im on call that check come we gone ball,
that wiz work like john wald,
yall hate that shit dont yall.
Real niggas no cornballs, pussy just a phone call,
you stand for something or you gonna fall,
i make it happen i dont stall.
Bullshit dont try that, that full clip in my strap,
that logo on my cap, say NY thats my trap.
Shout-out to my hood, too real to fake that,
a BK nigga i was brought up off take that then flip
that then make that, you got ass then shake that.
Them $1 drop like leaves hoe,
tell somebody rake that. Riding down that 9-5 on my
way to 85, i m rolling while my lady drive in a all
black mercedes ride. ROLLIN
CHORUS
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY
Im riding im rolling im holding shop open.
my stove on my pose on them O's on stop smoking.
Beep beep, phone call nigga you joking on MI,
NY, A-Town, East Oakland. Just counted,
they too short, no words like 2 short.
Vanilla cigs them dutch masters,
i smoke them like newport.
Hood nigga in that turbo, nah hoe we dont do spokes,
failure to appear real niggas dont do court.
Like a wife beater i bear arm,
one time i bails bonds, in and out in the same hour
to the same spot with the same powder.
A-Town thats my trap, brick talk thats my rap,
yeah hoe you see me, brick wall thats my dap,
shades on i so cool, fools with me they so fool.
28 get you 2-6, yeah nigga thats old school.
..im ridin, im rollin, im smoking,
im fucked up, bad bitch she shot gun on 3 bing she fucked up she ROLLIN
CHORUS
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY---Every time you see me on that 7-5,
so we got them choppa in this bitch boi,
now i don't jerk off in public, but i been out doing my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)
fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci
that snapback with that snake skin, you niggas gotta see don't c
muthaf-cka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces
ball like this, you gon' see
the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin' me fonzi
but i ain't got my collar up, i just got my dollars up
big fish see little fish, and you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldn't of been in this shark tank, ain't my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb's
ain't no love in hip hop, but still let you eat 'em
came for the competition, but there wasn't much around
i let you kiss the ring but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain't got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain't got to spend their own money
now i ain't come here to be playin', showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going in, everytime they let me out
ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like 'em with that keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i'm hardly here
gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em
weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you ain't got it, convo, hell no
stick to being you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see ya'll been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasn't much around
i let you kiss the ring, but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain't got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
First off I'm a muthafuckin
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a hellichoppers land on top of this bitch
You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga
I'm not a boxer I'm be brief nigga
Were on top I will put you underneath niggas
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that litte pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you anf guess who the nigga leash
I was once tols by my nigga meach
You feed a sucka he just grow to be a bigger leach
So even time you hear mine get your hand to your hairline
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
[Lil Wayne:]
Now just say Hello to the Captain
And I stay away from magnets cause the man knows what I'm packin
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas
Call me wezzy f baby young money on betta get layin
Fabe I gotem
And watch me get em
And I do them
Or I did them
And there's two within my denin
And I shoot everything but woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy nina kiss you by my rips
You won't be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shot you in the stomach now your pissin out your ears
Hollygrove all day bodys in the hallway
And if you come searchin then your finding out tha hard way
No matter where your from you better recognize a real
Nigga when you see one
Salute me
[CHOROUS]
[Fabolous:]
At second thought I got the heart of a solider
Told ya I ain't gon play ya'll
My mind has gon awall
Find it I will pay ya'll
My money is yay tall okay ya'll
A smidget stack is midget mack
Dat mean it's gon stay small
Told dem I don't see nobody
I'm a rappin ray charles (I don't see nobody)
I think I need a seein I dog
Come to being fly dog
You ain't seeing I dog (ok ok ok ok)
We sit in here like pollen now
Fuck you niggas hollerin now
Dey said I been M-I-A
Yea bitch I'm on columns now
Leaders gon be followin crowds
General like collin powell
Water means cary gay
Beef is just a style of cow
I who make da call
So make me get da dialin out
Nick got da cannon yea dat nigga be widlin out
Dey aint ballin these niggaz is fouling out
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
Yeah man
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
And they say what comes around goes around
So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile
'Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+
Like Pharrell, we stand on bars
Girls on us like a fan on stars
500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And What goes up must come down
And I'll be here like What's Up now?
I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it when ya clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in between
Then watch me do my step
At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn
No other way to put it to ya ma'am
But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn
I can throw down like a killa
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey
Cool as a 10 cent icey
That'll fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close
Tell 'em play dimmy
Imma get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)
You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)
Slow down ma, ya speedin' again
You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
But fo now, let yo hips go to this
Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It looks like a froze hypno and cris
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
And I'm in amazing shape
With the DR flag on a bathe of apes
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
[feat. Freck Billionaire]
[Intro:]
Breaker breaker 1 9*
I am here now all the competition are dead
There are no survivers I'm here now
I repeat they're all dead do you copy?
Roger that ro ro roger that
My team about green rondo roger that
I take the li to the head like a dodger hat
I do big baby, where they do it larger at?
These niggas dead, where the hell they chrager at?
These bitches washed up straight up out the laundromat
I'm so far head of my rivals
When I show up it kills them, dead on arrival
They said new york is dead well I lead the revival
I guess I'm just built to last breathe of survival
Unstoppable, unbreakable, I keep 1 9 like breaker breaker do
Shorty said wat it do is wat I make her do
Get ha on the first shot yea I 1 take ya boo
Now she need the black mamba badder than the lakers do
I ddt the pussy I'm jake the snake to u
Put them in the coffin I'm the undertaker 2
She met the GOD now her man gonna meet his maker 2
What's beef? that question is mistakable
I mean I have had a well done steak or two
But as far as rap niggas go, we slaughter cows
Apron on, tape a song, flow slaughter house
You niggas porter house
Filet t-bones
I'm Macaulay Culkin homes leave me alone
I'm in the zone who wants some of this college d
You sorry ass niggas owe me a apology
I'm a bout a dollar g
Master in grindnology
Groupie ass niggas must have took astrology
Cause all they do is follow stars
Pride won't digest, we don't swallow ours
Swagger out this world, I get my style from mars
You add that with the fact that loso spit a solid bars
You understand why competition is instinct
Them boys is gone, word to nsync
I'm the black timberlake and black timberlands
They all dead, you can send back the ambulance
Breaker breaker 1 9
This is west philly freck
He wasn't lying, there's no competition left
It nothing but dead rappers everywhere
Fake chains all over the ground everywhere
Please stand by
It's west philly freack stuttin on the breaker break
I put them oils in the hood like quaker steak
O.G. kush yes I do the wake and bake
I got the circles and the squares bitch take a shape
So holla at me if u niggas tryna find the key
I get that ass tuned up like a minor key
Mr. bar from bar, rappers need to buy a line
I'll get you v.I.p. passes to the?
I be running threw shutting down mad spots
Out in shorthill's mall I'm the mascot
In a alaska you couldn't find a colder nigga
I still push it in the hood like a stroller nigga
I still crack the block up like meet the browns
And if your money right I might let you meet the pounds
I pop rose like the shit is still a draft
I'm so cool that them young bitches fill a draft
Street fat boy, yes we the casket flowers
West philly freack, I will get your casket lowered
I dare tomorrow, breaker breaker 1 9er
I'm the king of all the one liners
A hundred thousand for the watch, yah chipped in
And I ain't ask them for a bargain I just chipped in
Down in bar harbor when I hit his chopper tooth
I got that amex that look like shaka zulu
On some real shit motherfucker credit school
Cause when you got the cake, what you need the credit for?
I'm usually in the cut like nip/tuck
Or that tangerine coop getting licked up
That's just how we go down when the woman kick it
They know I'm gettin money like the winning ticket
West philly freck I be on that road strapped
When it's gettin to be fly I'm the road map
Oh my GOD this beyond what you could have imagined
This is this is this is worse then the black pleg
I never seen anything of this kind of devastation
Um of Catastrophic coportions
I think we have a instinction level on our hands
Dead bodys everywhere
Eww it reeks of dead rapper down here
I'm gonna need to get outta here
Featuring: Ja Rule
{We trin' to kill these niggas}
{We in the door now}
{Holla, rule nigga, with the F A B O haha, yea}
{Cluemanatti}
{My nigga}
{Holla back nigga}
[Irv Gotti}
{Murder Inc}
{Run'em down nigga}
Load the 4 4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up from the torso up
Leave ya'll there 'til they comin' or the law show up
I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop? I rob you, ice your roll up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore up
The difference between fab and ya'll, after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow up
Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What ya'll know 'bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
You know who done it now, few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It's like a few hundred thou
When we run up this guns to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at?
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where ya'll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at?
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents
Sittin' on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents
Niggas is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squint
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Them guys will sprint
Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since
Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' since
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
These niggas don't believe, then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment?
I'm the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leave 'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
One single, had to tint the yellow range out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out
(F A B O L O U S)
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at?
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where ya'll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Record mode! (Record mode!)
Get your money in the air like this (yeah yeah)
FAB TIME~! BK
We knock this out homey (yesss)
Street da-da-da-da-damn (yesss)
Ay it's a new year, and I'm back for new money
Just I think I left somethin (JUST BLAZE!)
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
It's a new year, dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill, yup yup!
Yesss - it's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me I'd rather do my lip lashin, when the chips cash in
Then you might see me on the strip flashin
like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
So shiiiiiiit, gettin hit in my leg is like
I mean it coulda been a 2Pac vegas night
Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
"Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin
Hell I'm even, bossin and I left
The money ain't right then I toss you to the left
Yesss, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustle to the death for the F-
-A-B baby, they be lazy
Gucci straightjacket cause I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
This a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos with the paper please
They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
That's why they money go, quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
You lookin at your new hustle, like your last hustle
Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles
Fast rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin, can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully you're cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don'tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
I'm lovin how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But players don't chase at it baby we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make them move, but I make them holla
This my year, but y'all can help me celebrate
I'm 9:15, that means I'm hella straight
Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up
LADIES~! Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't need that dough
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus
I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record
And the girls more than like you, when you running run
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin
You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin fun
Man I ain't even tryin man
Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
Skatin Dolla
Duro! it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is
It's a ho'cide man
Yeah, yeah
These niggas losing their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's really clear they abroad
They sound like they boxed in
It's not just where they record
There's a cost to be the boss
They can't clearly afford
Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plotting on a Kanye but screaming where's my award
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me, oh, did it seem
Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream
Audi Coupe, looking good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic
My ride is matte black, my pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce
Break 'em off and leave it, you seen my fucked up tooth
It's fuck a bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reporting live from the beacon
Booth tired from the beatin', had foreplay all day
Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin' til their eyes totaled
Mr. Wi-fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust
Once I show my dick size to the pro-tools
I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
E pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your T.I.P. is Tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
Seek me with the heat
But you'll need more to keep me on a leash
Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's
And a few snubs to a few crips
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gambling in casino's, have a hunny handing me my c-notes
The modern day gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be the last mistake you ever make
Me I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags
Make sure the breads separated
And put the fruits in a bag
Withstand the hatred
Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me, that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy or get attacked
With that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the bitching to yourself
There's beams on every burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn't help
What good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip
Niggas, put they life at risk for pies that flip
In my town Ben Affleck wouldn't try that shit
And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down
Tell 'em new jacks, it'll be a while
'Fore they eligible to earn the crown
Acid out the baggie, this is more than dope, flawless flow
Fuckin' off a sign, every whore I scoped to wore my robes
Strappin' up, the corner cold, critical, unquestioned
My opponents know
I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show
Chromatose, toasted, gettin' money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansion homes and hopes, I deserve 'em both
Overdose, time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger
Yeah, I see ya, now make way 'fore it turn to diarrhea
Hear a microphone'll give you three of everything I wear, yeah
Models by the pier, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, squares
Sleep on me, you can't here, war with me is scurry
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your fury
Heat, I got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need a ant's ear, pressure's necessary
Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together
Bury 'em in abundance and starve they families' stomachs
Paper come in my thumb, it's brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is I'm warnin' them baby mothers
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya
Empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher
Four-packer, Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya
This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
They say I'm out of my league on this one
So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off,
Twitpic 'em
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
You gon' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King
Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, ill as you seen, switch
Y'all write all that hard shit, then y'all fall right off, it's horrible
My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow, yo
Won't be here tomorrow flow, sorry, I will prob'ly adios
My body with somebody toast
This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor
Steal your Chap Stick, after that make you kiss a cactus
Then take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty
I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffy the Body
Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless
If they are, then we can hang, like Aretha Franklin braless
The drunk me can box like the sober you
The sober me be more nervous
Than Waka Flocka in the votin' booth
We beef like bein' deep and dumpin' Ks
You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
My Feng Shui is a pump in the desert
You'll come up shorter than an Asian
Jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
Niggas snitchin', it's a shame, we call 'em male tattlers
Fiends touchin' they noses more than URL battlers
It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank
Put a banana in your tailpipe
Yeah
I'm just speaking for myself
And the real n-ggas like me
[Hook:]
If you ain't with a real n-gga, then who are you with?
How you ride doesn't matter what kind of car you get?
I love my real b-tches, f-ck the fake hoes
I be asking God why he even make those?
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho
[Verse 1:]
Me and my n-ggas talkin' sh-t at the pool table
Wanna know who sat these nerds at the cool table?
Who let these unimportant hoes in the VIP?
Who let these little n-ggas in? I need to see I'd
Real real real re really tho
These lames never paid attention so they really owe
I know some R&B; b-tches that can really blow
Turkey burgers and hot chocolate, really ho?
When sh-t get real now then it's "I'm just playin'"
When people hating now then it's "I'm just sayin'"
Fake this and fake that got you feeling yourself?
You can't be real with me, you ain't even real with yourself
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Me and some fly girls chillin' where the bar is
Wanna know when y'all gon' stop treasuring garbage?
When they gon' get they own and stop minding our biz?
When these Bride of Chucky Dolls became Barbies?
Real re re re I'm really certain
If everybody a boss, then who's really workin'?
If they say they got that raw sh-t, that really mean
Them white squares is stepped on, Billie Jean
Rather a real enemy than a fake friend
Rather know for sure, than be mistaken
One thing you should know, when you play the game
Lies always change, the truth stay the same
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
Meek Mill
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check
Nigga im racked up and im racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then i pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house
Cus i balled hard im swag out all black Maybachs out
Ya niggas just spit shit and i live the shit that i rap bout
See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy
Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that im busy tell them hoes that im ballin
I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin
Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti
That shit you call your stash nigga thats racks off in my pocket
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
Fabolous
My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack
My presidential Rolly, im callin that Ba-rack
Damn i meant Barack too much Ciroc
Wont catch me in that passenger thats word to Pac
Thats word to Big rest in peace to the legends
Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends
Catch me in that Aston im whats up fuck askin
They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then
From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
Its going down going down, know i brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold so i dont ride i ski tracks, Im
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
all these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
French Montana
Racked up im racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack
Bitch im hotter than fish grease made 250 this week
Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center
Ass fat cant sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake
Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape
Racked up shawty chain bout 40
Came in with one bitch left out with 40
Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill and i aint trying to brag hoe
That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap
That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say thats that
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman, Paperman
In that brand new Chevy Suddan
My money stack up so tall
Like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man
I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know
Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back
Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
Now I dip through strips in a whip
Wit black 22's and chrome on the lip
Don't slip, don't trip 'cause the tips are hollow
In this chrome on my hip
I lean so mean, so clean
That there ain't a stain on these clothes
Hoes run throw some throw
Ones we makin' it rain on these hoes
I ride through slow, just hide ya hoe
Don't let yo hoe see Loso
I think I'm this, I think I'm that
Man I don't think I know so
I let them know, we let them go
So please don't play wit them boys
She wanna come, just let her come over
And play wit them boys
Like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man
I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know
Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back
Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
Like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh tapper man
Rich Yung are them basics man
Greatest player at home like Kobe in staples man
He be tryna lock her down, she tryna escape the man
I pick that paper up in the mornin', she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out yo circle
And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
I'm a man to blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the doe
Every motherfucker on this planet know
Money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin
They like my shine, they like my grind
I take yo girl, I bring her back
Ain't it like she mine, ya hoes to blame
You know the game
It's Loso rich but if you wanna know the name I say
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
Thats just the way it go
They call me Paperman
I get that paper man
Yo shawty starin' homie
Don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low
And you already know
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
(Hook)
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
Yo everything ain't love, Love cuz if it is
My definition of love must differ his
I mean every friendship has its differences
But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif' and his
They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny lil nigga like Eddie Griffin is
Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to live
So I gave him a chance and that's alot to give
We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast
Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS
And now when we say 'what's up' the shit seem weird
But there's a question I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you?
A thug changes
(Hook)
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make friend-emies
There's no remedies for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no cure for the ?Emmales?
Had a crush on you now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more it's no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was Faith
I let you slide in my home, you was safe
I thought my ability to provide you stability
was what was really G, okay silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street
Really she attract niggaz like the A Milli beat
And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change
Never thought she'd change
But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change
(Hook)
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left
Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam)
That's when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was a P.F. chef
Da-Da-Da-Danger, it just feels 'Mystikal'
I miss the cool nights sittin in the Coll-O
Now it's like boooo we sittin' in Apollo
It used to be all good then shit just went mile low
And that's bad, matter fact that's sad
Cuz when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce
End up watchin Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see
Most of these niggaz ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best friends become strangers
(Hook)
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh..
I bet you look at things from a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective
And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective
All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive
Nigga, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches
To open they legs wider than a field goal post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly
And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka
Yeah, Ghetto...
Fab, nigga, uh..
Uh, Street Family..
Uh, pay attention, y'all..
Please, uh, yeah..
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear
Uh huh, yeah..
Uh.. uh.. yeah..
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..
Uh, let's get this money, y'all..
Let's get this money, y'all..
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha
Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh
Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page
Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age
Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage
When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige
Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage
And it's funny how a few bucks can
Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan
It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death
We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest
I don't know you, please move to the left
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)
Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)
This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it
Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)
Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer
Worryin bout, who say that saw ya
Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block
Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas
I'ma boss, that you can never upstand
Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can
Some of y'all caught feelings from way back
Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach
But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey
Still tucking and letting the fo' spray
Still ducking where ever the po's lay
And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!
...And I know Fed's seen
The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean
Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E
Rick Rock, I took my masters baby
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh
This is the digiwax remix
Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh
This is the Man Show
Can't kick it if you don't get bitches
Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup
Had a bad bitch from the dirty south
With a good tooth like Lou
If the answer's no, you a man ho
Probably no more
All captain say hand cuff and stop
Let them go, rass kass will play it though
Fuck laying low like J. Lo
Can't pack a six-fo
True dyke like what they hit for
Play the bar nigga, we dont disco
Grown ass man don't harlem shake
Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make
Take the cake from all you fakes
I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin'
We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons
who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims
Ras kass you can't get caught with fabolous government
Put my face on the passport
Cuz real niggas do real things
so fuck the world to my bling
Cuz ya'll mean
I mean
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck
D-d-d-d-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old
It'll make your grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please, call the stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those in the Lambo slants
With a madame from France
With a ass so big
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in New York
With Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
F-A-B, you preferably
Don't wanna F wit me
Please believe it
I'm definately, as responsible
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be
Believe it please
Snap cap Lou, you know it's me
Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see
Fresh trep for all the see
You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby
What that mean, never leave or maybe
I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes
Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast
Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected
Niggas must be gay, I aint thinkin' straight
I'm in the quarter before eight
Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin'
When she starts speakin French
Leave them alone like Stockton
Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab
Put your potato, we ready to mash
Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E
(feat. Mike Shorey)
[Fabolous:]
uh feels good
If it feels good don't even fight it man
You know?
Yeah man
Real Talk Of New York
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur
So they wanna (pause) the door
Chicks come around and put kisses on the jaw
So I ain't a player that need asistance to score
Any misses you saw
Climb on the couch kicked off the Christian Dior
I done popped 'till I sweat a christ in a pore
But I do it again if you missed it before
Its no big deal
I'm so big wheel
In them little cars with those big wheels
With a little box full of those big steels
Pretty little chicks in those big heels
For me it never gets old
Most girls is diggers who ain't 'gon never hit gold
I get under the sun when the weather get cold
8 ball five when the seven gets old
[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Now see you the type ta..
Get too hyper
Maybe cause your chick like me
But I'm a black card swiper
That just pipe her
And you don't give a [pause] like me
They say I'm the sickest since Carter dropped
So girls jump to it with Vince Carters hops
Its the truck with the twenty inch startin' stops
That have 'em not knowin'
Whether they stayin' or goin'
They stare at the Airs and be sayin' it glowin'
And they like my style and the way I be flowin'
But thats when I bud in and say that I'm blowin'
Now you could make the choice if you stayin' or goin'
Girl
We could go any place in the world
And the jet hold twelve so theres space for ya girls
Nobody in the street gonna hear
That you givin' [pause] forty thousand feet in the air
[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Most of these tag alongs
Brag on songs
But can't keep it up like a Baget thong
Keep frontin' like you spend
While ya pockets get lighter and lighter like Michael's skin
On the other hand
I'm the kind of brother man
With fifty thou of ice just up on the hand
Bentley bright and rocky covered band
And a zone that'll tell the time in another land
Girls spread they legs same day I bagged 'em
Its the Mustard Gut, Mayo Magnum
In the twenty twos with the butter knife shine
Thats why every body and they mother like mine
I rarely be
Where the willys be
There ain't been a dude this smooth since Billy D
Girl you need to make your move
The ego is what (pause) the Lakers groove
[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe
Faggot nigga I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah
Yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated
I can't deny it, you's a dick rider
You can never flow like me, blow like me
Why would a bitch like ya?
She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker
I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya
Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya
I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures
Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya
Excuse you, who's you?
If I need a stunt double I'll use you
Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes
Seperate the authentic from the replica flows
And the kid be places you could never be at
So that can never be this, and this can never be that
These niggaz got some audacity
Sell some records as fast as me
Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
Motherfucker
Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)
So all that y'all can do is hate it
None of these wannabes really come close
I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
Everybody know this brother got it
Way before everybody and their mother got it
They still wonder how he sound like he do
If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too
'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right
But they not me
They hear how I spit it on a station
Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation
No, I can't make an appearance
Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
I'm what your label hoped it could be
That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real
Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill
So all that y'all can do is hate it
I'm real
It's the way I talk, the way I walk
It ain't my fault
I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me
'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
Like I'm scared to drop at the same time
I'll show you how to do this young'n
I ain't frontin'
These Jordan's ain't comin'
It ain't nothin'
Keep the complaints comin'
Can't hop on my bandwagon
Jump in my blue flames
You should not try, you are not I
It's the dude with the Grammy grin
It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin
So won't the real Fabolous please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up
Go hard today, can't worry the past
'Cause that was yesterday
I'ma put it on the line 'cause it's my time
I gotta stay on my grind 'cause it's my time, my time, my time
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my, it's my time
Guess what time it is, my, my, my time
You can check your iPhone, better say it's our time
I don't even need a watch, I don't even see a clock
Soon as a I walk in it feel like me o'clock
Give me a clock, every time I check
Singers don't measure up and try and blame the Pyrex
I'ma do it bigger than a 5-ex
Can't ride with an L so I don't drive Lex
Games so bickery, so full of trickery
Nursery, rhyming, hickory, dickory
Blowing that side, the hood call it pickory
Biggie, Puffy, Busta victory
Go hard today, can't worry the past
'Cause that was yesterday
I'ma put it on the line 'cause it's my time
I gotta stay on my grind 'cause it's my time, my time, my time
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my, it's my time
My time is more like fly time
Don't call to get dressed, call it in a sky time
If you ain't a pilot you probably couldn't style it
Unless you was a stewardess, you wonder what to do with this
First I take the time out then I put the time in
Money ain't everything it's more about the timing
So I got the water mark, flawless diamonds
In other words that's called perfect timing
I feel like a favor, I feel like a savior
They clock in my neck, I feel like I'm flavor
I go so hard, Loso God
Damn street, fi-di-di-di, damn
Go hard today, can't worry the past
'Cause that was yesterday
I'ma put it on the line 'cause it's my time
I gotta stay on my grind 'cause it's my time, my time, my time
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my, it's my time
Oh, now I know mine
It's been a few years now I've seen 'bout time
You know I've got committed with the system up in the zone
Sign the dotted line now it's on
So y'all better check your wrist piece
Why? 'Cause it's time to make history
Just hop in here, bullet's history
Howda, howda, howda hell you gonna evict me?
You know I'm here stay, never cocky now
With bottles we poppin' now, no telling where we stopping now
And I represent the chick A G O
On the track with F A B O, you know we
Go hard today, can't worry the past
'Cause that was yesterday
I'ma put it on the line 'cause it's my time
I gotta stay on my grind 'cause it's my time, my time, my time
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my
If you're with me let me hear you say
My, my, my, my, it's my time
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
It Was All Good Just a Week Ago Shoe Box Full No Sneakers Tho, Just Moved In Its Been a Week Or So,Brand New Coupe So She Could Go, White Bent Light Tint Ridin Like WTF Is An Indictment Spend Ten Thous For Excitement Thats How The Day Goes Thats How The Niqhts Went Louis Bags Balenciagas the Ones Talked About By The Fashion Bloqqers, You Know Me Imma Murcielaga In The Same Lime Green As The Air Max Joggers, But If It Wasnt Here Will She Wanna Go You Dont Wanna Ask But You Wanna Know, Will My Baby Weather The Storm
Stick Around Till The Weather Is Warm Heyy
( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
She Like Shoppin But Never Trendy A Lil Gucci Maybe Fendi Island Hoppin The West Indies
Diddy Said That It's All About The Benjis Key Tile Phelipe Chow Reservations We Could Sleep Now
Ask How Much I Dont Allow Such Pull A Amex Out Cha Reptile Clutch, But Who Knew That The Sky Get Cloudy I Bouqht Her 4 Rings Didnt Think She’d Be Audi Huh The Games Over Seize My Range Rover Feds Said Somebody Gave My Name Over Now Im Inside Shes Outside What Should You Do? How About Ride? Guess Nothin Last Foreva I Thought We Could Watch These Clouds Pass Togetha But Heyy
( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
You Cant Ride Big On Lil Rims You Wanna Do It Big You Need A Lil Kim Raise Ya Hand Hiqh
Look In The Man Eye I Dont Know Em Your Honor Cant Lie Money Comes Money Goes So You Need To Blow It Like A Runny Nose On A Lady Who Aint Turn 18O Place No one Above Ya Sweet Sade Sun Stop Shinin She Neva Got Shady She Coulda Watch Them Box You In Like A Brady But She Stood Up. Like What Up! Its A Cold World Zip The Coat Put The Hood Up Thats Some Sick Shit Thats A Ill Bitch When You Dead Broke She Make You Feel Rich See Mama Your My Rhianna Pull The Umbrella When You See Drama Heyyy
( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
"Mo' cars, mo' hoes" (Repeating in backround)
Yes kids.
It's 'Loso.
You know.
(I rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars/
Kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes/) X3
[CANNON-CANNON]
Street fiddiddiddidam.
Get that shit done.
Verse 1 [Fabolous]:
I get bored quick, I switch cars every five days/
It looks like a traffic jam in my driveway/
Got 'em bumper-to-bumper, they come with the lumber/
'07 and '06, I'm jumpin' the number/
She thumbin' her number, I hump her and dump her/
Make her gimme head, face like she pumpin' a jumper/
They know I'm hood rich, And I'm 'Trump' of the pumpers/
I run with the shooters, Forrest Gump with the dumpers/
Lambo Loso, flyin' Spur (Spears?)/
Gotcha bitch on the right, she mindin' her biz/
You never seen a face fine as hers is/
Ya lame ass prolly home mindin' her kids/
Bad-ass son, say all kinda curses/
Grown daughter wear heels, and designer purses/
I prolly wheel 'em past, 20's pokin' out tires/
Your Robin William ass, playin' Mrs. Doubtfire/
You get your mouth wired...like a money transfer/
You call my phone again, I might just let ya honey answer/
House full of hoes, they call me the 'Bunny Rancher'/
The young Dennis Hoff', holla at me when it's off/
Verse 2 [Freck Billionaire]:
You need a mule for the work, nigga I know masses/
This little bitch name Jackie, we call her 'O-in-asses'/
And we don't use the bank nigga, we do it old fashioned/
Right on top of the boxspring, no mattress/
King-Size, but right now, it's full of cash/
Niggas call me the Dentist, they know I pull it fast/
I know you hatin' niggas, wanna let your bullets blast/
The XLR fully armored, with the bullet glass/
I got my kleats on, you never catch me slippin' black/
Red, white and blue tags, call 'em the Diplomats/
It's a fact, you would think I had Immunity/
I came from a hood nigga, not a community/
Trump Towers, you ain't got the same room as me/
I spray ya whole click, killin' y'all in unity/
Philly Freck got more bars, more flows/(Mo' Cars, Mo' Hoes)
If it costs a quarter mill, then trust me, ya boy got it/
It cost a hundred thou, then trust me, I boycott it/
We make it rain in the club, them other dudes cheap/
[Fabolous]
Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day
Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay
Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants stay
Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay
Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day
Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay
Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade
Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae
36 24 40 what her measure say
Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday
We already eating yall tryna make reservae
We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play
Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn’t count
Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does accounts
Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit
Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit
Aand maybe I’m too busy to hear what the talent blind say
In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch
They find them niggas in a meat locker soon
Have their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup !
[Chorus]
Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside
Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi
You never know it might just be your time to that ride
Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide
[Vado]
Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie
Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high
Shoot high, one in your calf like the boobie got
Suit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die
Haaa, Bright lights I vision
House full of birds I’m like Mike Tys’ with pigeons
Wwhite mics religion if not ice and linen
You gave me your word then that right price was giving
Trend setters, Hamptons live better
In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater
Top floor gusevoir see me with bench pressers
Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym never
Like quarters got red orders
Bags over bags stash house look like horters
Avon home tell marlo these my corners
Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters
Only dimes keep on my time sheet
Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece
Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps
Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Moneys the focus, ashtray’s to the top a hundred roaches
Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopers
Dont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas
Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus
Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city’s coldest
Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers
My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching
Politics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless women
Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen
If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning
Ducking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and Loso
Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you’ll be promo
I’m fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand x
My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets
Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I’m popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I go
Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go
Pounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick
[50 Cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I'm on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Lil' Kim)]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic clit)
[Lil' Kim + (50 Cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic bop
HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Verse 1]
Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I'mma keep it sosa while these niggas keep it tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses
And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?
Fuck asked you? you shouldn't be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks – you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
Like plaxi-ho, oops, I mean plaxico
Talking bout we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, cheddar bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
That ray j shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can't touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
And you don't want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo'
I ain't one to put no info out, yo
You start shit, I end shit — intro/outro
You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips
Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase-qua, that's the four-door 'rati
My aston martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty
Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty
Ain't too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. bruce banner, but the nigga version
And you don't want to see me angry
You won't like it when I'm angry
My condolences from the boss
Featuring: Trey Songz
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
Try to walk but I just can't leave her alone, girl
She keep callin' me, callin' me, I try to leave her alone but
She keep callin' me, callin' me and I gotta go
Damn, here we go again, I just came back
Girl, don't make me go again, she say you been in the streets
You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands
What you sellin' blow again?
How she got you holdin' guns but you call that hoe your friend?
You ain't 'posed to bring her home, what do you show her in?
I was like show her in, never that, oh no
Anybody in the streets know that that's a no, no
So know I would never ever, ever, ever
Baby, I'm a G, yeah, that's right the seventh letter
See one thing about the streets, I know where the heffer at
And I bet she always be exactly where I left her at
But you know we had a bond, no ring, no paper
And I don't hear this shit when I bring home paper
My ears to the streets, what you gonna tell us?
You keep talkin' down, girl, you sound like you jealous
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
Try to walk but I just can't leave her alone, girl
She keep callin' me, callin' me, I try to leave her alone
But she keep callin' me, callin' me and I gotta go
Hi honey, I'm home
She looked at me and said it's five somethin' in the morn
You smell like you been drinkin', the vibe from me this strong
I said, baby, that's cologne, she said, nigga, that's patron
If you wanna keep with them bad habits, that's fine
You think I'm with it then you out your rabid ass mind
They'll say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid
But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did
I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids
Who only see they daddy in them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you, I was thuggin' back then
And you was ridin' with me holdin' on a Mack 10
But that was back when you ain't give a what
Now you standin' here tellin' me to give her up
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more, try to walk
But I just can't leave her alone, girl
She keep callin' me, callin' me, I try to leave her alone
But she keep callin' me, callin' me and I gotta go
Hold on, baby please, you can't leave now
No, John baby, please, we gonna get you to a hospital
As quickly as possible, life is full of obstacles
We gon' get you through this one
You looked me in my eye when you told me you was done
I played her for a fool but I guess I was the foolish one
'Member when she told me that she know how this dream ends
Late night phone call from one of my close friends
Tellin' you that we are rushin' to the ER
By this time tomorrow we was posed to be in DR
Me blowin' a cigar, you sippin' a tini
I told her pack her bags and don't forget her bikini
Then just like houdini, it all disappeared
The escape to paradise, didn't end like this I swear
Sorry baby girl, I tried the best I could
If I can't be in the streets I guess heavens just as good
This is the last time, I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more, try to walk
But I just can't leave her alone, girl
She keep callin' me, callin' me, I try to leave her alone
But she keep callin' me, callin' me and I gotta go, said I gotta go
[Verse 1:]You to fly to be workin, workin, workin
You to fly to be workin, workout, workout
Got me going back to kinko's back to kinko's back to kinko's
You can throw me another free throw, free throw, yeah
[Hook:]Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
last night when I put you on the copy machine
[Verse 2:]This photo you ain't never gotta work never
gotta work never gotta work
Ooo a little exposure ain't never gonna hurt never gonna hurt you
U got me shootin like porno porno porno porno porno
Big Stick to me just like a bag of fritos fritos fritos fritos yeah
[Hook:]
Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
last night when I put you on the copy machine
Baby just last night you was just lookin so right
I ain't try to put up no fight I had them legs up
Lamborghini Sucide Body so fly I just had to scan you
put you on my hard drive Why? Cus
Last night...
[Hook:]Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
last night when I put you on the copy machine
[Fabolous]
Shawty you autumn time cool
But they don't see your beauty f-ck all them blind fools
Body so mean that it's border line cruel
Work 8 to 3, then from 4 to 9 school
Dominican girl who knows more than mongul
She say lets stay in the room and order Dom Cruz
It sounds like a plan
'Cause girl once I got you by your limbs
That guy who spot you at the gym can't put it down like I can
I wanna take you places further than where your feet walk
Why scream when your voice is better for sweet talk
A little accent, cute ass lisp
First a toast is said then a flute glass kiss
I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault
I speak body language, f-ck pillow talk
We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday
And make a f-ckin movie, now that's a matinee
But on the weekdays I wanna be yo' wake up call
Kiss yo' face before you put that make up all over it
You go from gettin' ready at the bathroom sink to gettin' bent over it
Then it's over with
Now you rushin' to work, iPod touchin' yo purse
Ima let you go but not without touchin' it first
When you think 'bout it later you blush and you smirk
Your co-workers thinkin' you got a crush on the clerk
You always talk about yo boss, about how much of a jerk he is
But tell me baby does he touch you and flirt?
'Cause that's how such and such get hurt
And lame ass n-ggas start bringin' crutches to work
I know you got it girl, I trust in your work
Ladies is pimps too, go 'head brush off the dirt
I be here when you get off with dutches and purp
I want you after dinner, your such a dessert
The night is lookin' sweet the only thing I'm tryna bite is yo physique
And in most cases with you
Only thing I wanna fight is gettin sleep 'cause I eat and go to sleep
You know I is in the sheets, niceeeee
Don't touch it, let my eyes do the undressin'
Play Usher and take ya back to confessions
I wanna crush ya' nevermind the tongue wrestlin'
Wont rush ya, one question
[Hook]
Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Sun risin' while you yawnin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
B-tch I’m raw,
So hearing that any n-gga out cook me
Is suspect as R. kelly with girl scout cookies
When u talking to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
Go in ya sh-t have ya teeth playin mouth hookie
Nice, you n-ggas must of heard me wrong.
I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on (vrrrrm)
My engine gettin his Kentucky derby on,
Seats is brunette… paint is dirty blonde
Speaking of dirty blonde… say hi to curvy don… Fergie john
With the body movement of a turbion…
I just watch ha, it’s been a hectic year… so I sit and get fried
Call the weed electric chair
But ya’ll on death row… one request left
U looking for ya girl oh she just left
Her and my d-ck just became BFFs
Then I threw her out like jazzy J. E.F.F
I’m raw dawg, ya’ll safe sex
You d-cks belong in latex not tape decks
You can’t see me
Neither can the flunkies under you
My sh-t bananas, like a monkey number 2
I’m bigger than that
More like guerrillai though…
Nick name funeral got that from ths killer flow.
Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A Rods next to bat
SH-T
Somebody contact the tabloids
I’m a big deal like a contract from bad boy
Yeahh… it’s all good baby baaaby
My swag plays a big part so it’s all gravy
We hit the club like Nino in the C.M.B
Pretty mixed b-tch I just call ha P.M.B
Watch ya step baby gettin out that G.M.C
You bust yo ass girl we both gon be on T.M.Z
Don’t be shy let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you
People running up like damn I knows you
Hey ain’t u?… yeah I am that b-tch
6 feet deep n-gga, yeah I am that ditch.
Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich
I’m under close watch n-ggas got binoculars
I ain’t what’s poppin b-tch I’m what’s popular
If I’m the one to go at, n-ggas what’s stopping ya
I call my gun Nadia, and I be finger poppin ha
Keep that bitch comming like blakka blakka
Go to ya head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit call a doctor potna
U think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flocka
Meek Milly wattup boy?
Loso the boss
Maybach, the family
Stand up nigga looking down on a slouch
I got a thing for putting footprints in the couch
Nigga mad cause his chick in my section
Take it the wrong way, he dead, die-rection
Come through in the AM, y'all thought the morning
I mean thta Aston Martin, see my thoughts are foreign
I fuck with real niggas who like to pop some tags
I dig a chick who 'bout her money, got some ass
So I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it
She said "no you fucking don't Fab, you just wanna hit it"
Okay girl you got me, but I'm with it, if you with it
I just wanna hear make them funny voices while we did it
I'm a BOSS (boss)
That mean your man run shit
She got a man, but I'm who her man come get
New management, Hermes done with
Yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
Got my nigga Paul Cain with me
Street dreams
I'm what street dreams are made of nigga
Hate me now
Do it now nigga
I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O-
Ghetto
Lets do this right nigga
What the fuck is up nigga?
These niggas can't even breathe now Cain
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It won't stop 'till my account is in the billions
And I buy a home on the coast of Miami and the ammounts are in the millions
Fish tanks and flat screens mounted in the ceilings
Sippin' champagne I have trouble pronouncing while i'm chillin'
if I found out you was squealin'
You 'gon die even if Witness Protection put you in the mountains of New Zealand
Cause I hire bountys that be killin'
That play Hide-And-Go Seek and find you after countin' to a million
But a million records later
Theres still some speculators
Man these labels are giving the kid meals and checks like waiters
When I come through you never see my heels be decked in gators
And see Jordans that dropped when you was still a second grader
Spill the Tec on haters
I got a quick jab
But when I squeeze these slugs'll hit you a milla second later
I chill and check the waiter
Dudes play gangsta for a minute but run to the cops squealing seconds later
You still a Lexus trader
My credit so good I drive off in the SC and tell the dealer "Catch ya later"
All I need is one night I don't deal with second daters
Cause the white and gold stones on the grill and neck persuade her nigga
[Paul Cain]
Yeah
Yo Fab
We done pulled the Range out
The Benz out
The Caddy truck out
They ain't even see the 12-8 yet
These niggas still hatin'
[Verse 2: Paul Cain]
Ever since I got signed it seems like ya'll been hatin' on the god
We never held a conversation but you claimin' I'm a fraud
Started bringin' weight up while I starve
Gained some cash and the ego now ya perpetrating like ya hard
If you thinkin' you Pac i'm a wait in front of Quad
Have my Kingston bullets through ya face like I'm Bernard
Ya like beef but hate when i'm involved
Cause I don't give ya a chance ta dodge bullets from the 8 when it revolve
Niggas love when you broke but they hate when you get large
Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed
Run in ya crib and duck tape you and ya broad
And don't leave prints so jakes never get the case resolved
So I play against the odds
When its all set two niggas with two 40s a peice retaliatin' on ya squad
If you get locked my Haitian'll leave you scarred
Rape you in the yard
With Gem Star blades cut ya face like a collage
While I sip champagne in the Vegas lamatage'
In the suite with two freaks videotapin' a manage'
Ice in the chain a face in the shepard'
Million dollar crib with a cranberry quarter and a 8 in the garage nigga
[Paul Cain]
Ya'll niggas
Ya'll niggas only seen half
This is just the begining man
See ya'll niggas was hatin' now man
Ya'll niggas gonna be sick to your stomach bending over throwin' up
When ya'll see the shit we got comin'
My album ain't even drop yet man
And ya'll niggas talkin' crazy
Man Paul Cain nigga
The album comin' fourth quarter
Ya'll motherfuckers is under pressure nigga
Desert Storm, SLK we killin' everything movin' nigga
Hands Up
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on
Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes
Soon as I was done
It was time to get my groove on
Find a place that's happenin'
And I knew that it was on
From the moment that I walked into the spot
It was bangin'
It was swangin' oh
Till somethin' turned me off
I wasn't sure
Coulda swore I saw you with someone
And at much to my surprise (whoa)
Chorus:
You were right there with your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It's like I almost didn't know you
Tryin' to shake that ass
Playa you don't even dance
Sup wit' you
It's like I don't even know you
Left you at the crib
Cause I know you get your game on
Happens every Tuesday night
You said that you was cool
Your boys was comin' by
(Go baby have yourself a real good time)
So I knew I could be wrong
I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you
Not my baby
He ain't crazy no
Then my girlfriends tipped me off
When I got closer I could tell that it was you
You was bangin'
You was swangin' oh
Chorus
Chorus
Mindin' my own business
My pager's goin' off
My girlfriends tryin' to tell me
You're doin' wrong
I needed confirmation
I knew you was a dog
I just can't believe what I saw
Chorus
Chorus
[hook]
it's one o' clock in the morning, still up and i'm yawning
it's obvious that i'm tired, not as much as i'm horny
This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, let's do it
Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion
Girl and still don't got no ring?
Back then, you was a lot younger, now you older
Broke my heart on what you had in the stroller
On the low, that could of been me, huggie down
Fly and handsome, talk about little Starsky
With little Barkley's, little car seat
Two years later here comes little Sharneese
I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove
But um, besides the lane, you look the same
Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang
Ankle bracelets that Donna Kay shit
I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips
Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit
Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit
Pardon me, excuse my French
Just read my lips, girl, everything's me
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner
Look around everybody sipping on rosette
All in our business they wanna be nosey
He's with her, gonna be all in the streets like a Jeep tomorrow
Don't worry, let's breeze the bar
And in case I ain't tell you those jeans is hard
And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight
Run into the police, fuck them niggas
I pull out like a tooth when the back is rotten
Finish 'em off like your menstrual after you spotting
Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips
And my miss got me wanting to sing
Walking down the street, watching ladies
I go by watching you, watching you
I want you like if I ain't got nothing to do
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner
Somebody better call the cops
'Cause if that thing cock back it's gon' pop
Once me stop moving it ain't gon' stop
Whatever that girl wants you know she got shopping
Somebody better check the swag
We rack up and never check the tags
We just stuffed it all in the bag
Oh, you mad? Well, too bad
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
From hood to hood they see what's hood
And know who I be! uh!
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep running through your city's maze
Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill
From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto!
I get it jumping like a lo lo '64
And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though
That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo
You know it's him and the gang
Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue
But remember the thangs, ain't too far
And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang
Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely
I know the snakes gon' slither soon
The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon
The back feels like sitting in the living room
I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman
It's that man that back to back plat' scan
I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living
You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!
They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky
But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi
Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed
And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince
And throw rose petals when I walk
They love how I came back hard like good blow
And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho
That's what hood though, yes I would know
That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers
Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others
The man no other, cause I been in it
My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
[verse 1: fabolous]
ay yo, it's get down or lay down
my shit sound like trey pound
stand up if they g's, sit down if they clowns
get a bitch? i got a bitch
she get round, she stay round
girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground
i swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw
on the road to riches, these broads get detoured
they just firecrackers, we more like c4′s
think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up
life in the fast lane — you think talk'll slow us up?
nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline
i revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit
small hood to all good, we strive like will smith
fresh prince of bel-air; flow sick, need health care
they ain't got nothing for the kid, i'm gonna need welfare
hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
i took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet
money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas
put you in your place — it happened to be a ditch, nigga
[hook: fabolous]
get down now
if you gon do it, baby, then do it now
cause later on i might not be on the shit that i'm on
your chance'll be gone
so get down now
get down now
get down now
get down now
[verse 2: lloyd banks]
stack the heavy break away, sleep on the small bills
evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels
brung her ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills
snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels
i'm so ill, too slick
with boys i get horse
she ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed
i think i fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss
she yelling for the lord, i threw on my big cross
i get mine, get yours — i'm score-bound on fourth down
don't make us bring them bulldogs round, georgetown
vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen
you won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean
i get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops
same time, i spend loot on bm's and benz coupes
porsches and lambos and 'raris for candles
front if you want, my four-five in my camo
blam-o! don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up
your good girl's a renegade, i got her all the way turnt up
bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck
we ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and..
Stonyahoy!!! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy!!! Yeah ha ha ha!!!
Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away
Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
Hope dem ready fi di ride
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away
Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide)
Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide)
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride)
Hope dem ready fi di ride
Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion
You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin
Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans
Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama
Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie
They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life
If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife
I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots
Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!!
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo)
I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!)
They love me just because
I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good
God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'
It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine
But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh no thank ya, I earned my key
My name'll get you coke, weed, and burners cheap
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know whoooooooo)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
Feel like I'm Big Meech
When I be cashing out
Holding my bottles up
Champaign splashing out
We all got rooms nobody crash the couch
More K's at the crib than a Kardashian house
No Brian Pumper jewels just large links
A lot of ice in 'em I'm talking large drinks
Lets see what the Audemar thinks
My necklace make chicks Nicki Minaj blink
There are no challengers F what the Dodge think
I'm riding in the... my garage stinks
Cocunut Ciroc, coco-loso
Pretty boy swag never coke my nose though
Got your baby momma eating off a lead plates
It mean the World to her, to me it's just a cheap date
Plenty fish in the sea and I keep bait
You're a broke rollerblader, cheapskate!
My jeep plate say "Tune in to the game"
Competition killer, funeral's the name
Listen up son, I'm immune to all the lame
If I fathered your style, put a Jr. to your name
I searched the whole planet, there's no comp on Earth
Sky blue J's (Jordan's), look like I stomped a smurf
I said life is but a dream
Aint always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass now lets toast to when we didn't have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see haters in passing, yeah they 'round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk sh-t like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Won't be on Craigslist, lifestyle A-list
On my way to Vegas I part playlist
Yeah it's just another page in my success story
I make my worst enemies wish the best for me
My only job, consistent and persistent
I go so hard my assistants need assistance
I'm living mine hands on get the feel of it
Life's a b-tch you might wanna get familair with
[Verse From Fabolous "Bring Death To Em"]
This the flow that put haters on their deathbed
And make the chicks blow the whistle give me rev head
Somebody call 911 like 'clef said
'Fore my man's n 'em black out, Meth Red!
The newspaper say young rapper left dead
The only suspect they have is young funeral
And when you see him
He might be on his goony proud
So you put him up in the air George Clooney style
Slow motion for me so just slim juvenile
Don't sh-t move a dude can't move his bowels
Catch it like Larry Fitzgerald
Kurt Warner bullets coming out the 5ths bureau
Baby I'mma make it, my sh-ts thorough
You shootin blanks your sh-ts durrough
The competi... can't hold hold me
But first lay in a box and cross your hands for me
Fan base killer blame your loss of fans on me
I triple what you see's like I'm Ross' man homie (Triple C)
Dudes get to New York like loso's dead Tony
You pick the place everybody cross the land for me
Keep it real, I can't endorse or stand phoney's
'Less we arm wrestle don't force my hand homie
These YSL's cost a grand only
My white girl bought that Porsche Cayenne for me
Sweet, sweet like Georgia peaches
School of heart, I get brain from gorgeous teachers
Funeral in the house, no mortgage either
Any competition he see the boy just ethers
I can't feel my face this that Boston George reefer
You lie if you say I aint hotter than August weether
I mean weather!
You can't see me, I mean ever!
Ever ever, Andre 3 G
This is me G, Gucci print G-G
Clean ice neck full of frozen Fiji
Been in the game long as Mario, Luigi
No Juvenile, Wayne, Turk or B.G.
I'm still Hot Boyz but it's stutter gang jack
You bang right the first time they don't bang back
You's can't ball like me they quickly meer in H.O.R.S.E
I bring death to em, no hearing loss!
Nice.
[Chorus]
Write another song for the money
My shawty say
Write another song for the money
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
So my shawty say
Write another song for the money
Hey hey hey my shawty say
Write another song for the money
You know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
She say you know you need
Money in the bank to keep her
[Fabolous]
Uhh, and who the hell said they was cheaper to keep
cause if you aint getting money when you call you get the beeep
she can’t pick up the phone, your broke ass should leave a message
and my guess is, if she never call well you get the message
you like whaaaat, you can’t call nobody
I’ve been trying to find you like Waldo shawty
she said she bout her paper if it’s there she gon get it
when the money gone she gon’ be the f-ck gone with it
hey, I mean come on, she love Louis Vuitton
Yorkie in her speedy bag that she name Milan
hair stay there like she live in a salon
so her and money go hand in hand yeah like a baton
I swear on a stack of holy Bible’s and Korans
we could be the Dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron
holy if you gold, I never do the Bronze
cause if you could have Beyonce would you take Solange
uhhh,
[Chorus]
[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo
I’m in a tricky little mood
I trick these little dudes
I tell ‘em that I love ‘em but I never really do
See I like pretty shoes
And I like pretty minx
And I like site seein’
The pyramids and the sphinx
He cop Italian pieces so I do the fist pumps
And I can only push it if the trunk is in the front
If the truck is in the back then u gotta take it back
You can hit me on the jack
I chat on the mac
See I am who I am
Nicki M. motherf-cker
If she say she not a fan
She a lyin’ motherf-cker
Always shoppin’ in Paris
So I speak a little French
Oui Oui rag-a-de
Time for you to hit the bench
Indecisive so I always gotta pick two
I guess that’s why I got the Yorkie and the Shitzu
I told Fab get that Michael Knight Kit Coupe
Before I put this p-ssy on ya chipped tooth
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I hate to see her poutin’ she wants some Louboutins
I say how many pairs, she say who is counting
money aint everything, with her it’s the only thing
you don’t treat her like a Queen, you gon be a lonely King!
her daddy must have spoiled her
aint no expiration date
f-ck her (?) she want a vacation date
fly out to London cruise to Bahama’s
presidential suites we check in as the Obama’s
take for instance Nicki, when she shops she’s picky
she f-cks a fifty g’s fast and then calls it a quickie
I only deal with ten cents my (?) game is intent
bent that Barbie over and she aint seeing ten cents
these n-ggas be feeling her
affording her’s another thing
she was married once before looking for another ring
so I call her (?) thats amongst the other things
she say she love my flow
I think she love to sing….
[Chorus]
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
I know, I know, I now, I know
[Fabolous]
Yo, I'm such a sight to see I turn a hater to a tourist
The way I order Rose, I turn a waiter to a flourist
Ferrari Lifestyle, that mean I'm living fast
On the road to riches you don't slow down
You give it gas
25 is what they couldn't see us living past
We was broke just once
Someone give us cash
Obama on the wrist, presidential Rollie
Beverly Hills coppin', I aint Axel Foley
I'm just a young n-gga moving like a Californian
Word to proposition 19 in California
I go from 0-60, a couple seconds
She go from sober to tipsy and gettin' naked
Me and Game the '010 Crockett and Tubbs
Trey said he gon' meet us on the block of the club
You heard Jerome, but instead of a Benzo
Get rid of your Friends-oh to ride in this Enzo
[Chorus]
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
[Fabolous:]
Uh yeah
Uh yeah yo
Yo yo
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm on the streets like a gangstas supposed to
Two way and cell on my hip I throw my heats on my ankle roaster
Ride, low on my seat blowin' Dinkin Roasters
When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer
Face show on the streets and it ain't from posters
Sells get low on my heat I got anxious soldiers
Talkin' like you bullet proof
We'll find where you move
Put slugs in ya back to close to ya spine to remove
I'm waitin' for the first one to front
So I can put they family and friends in a limo and the hearse in the front
As much as I take on the first of the month
I wouldn't give a fuck about a 5 Mics or a Verse Of The Month
I see ya with the jake too often
I'll leave you in Miami with a hole in ya head gettin' mistaked for dolphins
Ice, Jacob can custom make ya coffin
Its Ghetto F-A-B-O-L-O-
U-S- hello
[Talking:]
He's a monster
This is the Godzilla of rap
Haha, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh-huh-uh
uh, uh, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh
Mida, allow me to introduce myself, I'm known as Faboloso
When it's time to slide, I'm known to grab the most hoes
When I climb inside, they known to grab me close though (yeah)
When it's time to ride, I'm known to grab the toast though
By the expression on these hotties grill (uhuh)
I can tell that wanna holla at somebody real (what up)
And I'm usually looking for somebody skilled (yeah)
Enough to make a nigga scream Ayayayo
Niggas get mad, cause I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let these AK strays go
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten me
Besides, what I need wit another case fightin' me
Nigga what I need is a ounce of good cronic (yeah)
Unbelievable amounts of hypnotic (yaeh)
A shorty wit a ass that bounce like hydraulics (yeah)
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you
When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected
For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin
But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords
Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough
To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid
It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things
That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me
But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me
So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'
Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces
But none of these motherfuckers do it like me
Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we
Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee
See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed
But if they get in the way they get stepped on
It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on
Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on
I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names
Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you
Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to
That I won't stop, and I don't stop
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop
I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself
But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on
I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on
And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on
See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny
I fall back and all a man do is laugh
I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft
Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math
But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on
So I had to come through and take the corner back
And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack
Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack
Girls still think I'm fly
Blow kiss and wink the eye
And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off
I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off
But I won't stop, and I don't stop
I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines
And be grippin' my nine
Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game
Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names
Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame
See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered
But now these young boys they gettin' too grown
Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned
But it won't stop, and it don't stop
Yeah
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O.
Chorus
For not being who you claim
You get found guilty
2 counts of bein lame
You get found guilty
The Charge of fuckin up the game
You get found guilty
Real niggas sentence you
Dead Penalty
Fabolous
Uhhh
Lets get back to this real shit
We ride no pump breaks
Errbody takin like they the shooters
Mann I aint goin for them pump fakes
These niggas is crump cakes
Wish they would say some snake
Get banged on like the treble makes
The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake
These niggas in my lane
Lob city in these streets
Jessus piece on my chain
need God with me in these streets
I went through hell to get to where heaven is
Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish
Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish
If she aint ridin shotty AK 47 is
Shorty came to me when she left her man
I looked at her and said you sumthin else
But the best way to get over sumbody
Is gettin under sumone else
On that note im in that 1,2,3 pin that
Baby tellin me im the best I b yellin i been that
In the club half a pill and a full clip
Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit
Game
There goes ghost
Im in that mothafucka like pacman
Niggas talkin about robin I aint goin for that batman
King of diamonds like super Sunday
100 thou for that lap dance
See straight thorugh you pussy niggas
I call that a cat scan
And on that note we in here
Pink coroc pronto
My gun throw bullets like payton manning
My chic walk around wit that bronco
Extend the clip in that conso
2 mill for that condo
We gon shot for that green
I aint talkin no rondo
Nigga tryin to say that I aint a G
I point it at him said you sumthin else
See these basketballs wife all around my table?
We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps
now pop open that tin pac
Your life savings I spend that
Niggas fan of my instagram
Beggin me for their bitch back
Sendin treats to my B M
Tryin to hack my email
Niggas wisperin to themselves
All huddled up like females
Your bitch about to be detailed
I aint sparin no details
She choked up like Sprewell
I drop her off in the v12 (niceee)
Ridin around wit that Houston rocket
Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket
Chorus 2x
Slim Thug
Im goin back to cali
Im goin back to cali
Im out of drank and dro so im goin back to cali
I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces
Couple pounds of that kush I aint the only one getting wasted
Smoke a lil, sell the rest ima hustla baby
gotta Invest get mine plus interest
you niggas still aint winiing yet
I just sold my 4th bentley
Then I got that photo porche
Bout to switch it up for the summa
Thinkin bout that electric hummer
Strapped up got extra armor
in case a hatin nigga wanna play
everythang I rep a 100
you could check my resume
they don't make em like me no more
They don't make a miss t no more
I don't see too many G's
I jus see a bunch of CP 4's
Lets get back to that real shit
That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit
East West and the South
If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out)
[Fabolous (talking):]
I don't got time for all this
Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit
Yeah like right here
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
[Fabolous:]
Tough times don't last but tough people do
I father n-ggas the way wayne and puff reproduce
Lil rap bastards
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting
And who you think showed 'em that those broads was nothing
And who you think showed 'em that those cars was something
And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing
So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain't out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck y'all, made 'em queens
Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish)
I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like n-ggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house, y'all looking to hold loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn't have sold homes
So this the foreclosure of the wannabe
If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me
Lets pray for 'em
Y'all repeat this one with me
"now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"
[Hook:]
I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves
It hurts when you gotta kill a n-gga you love [x4]
[Paul Cain:]
Yeah
It's painful when bestfriends become ya enemies
And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow)
The whole time you conspired to put an end to me
And I'm still trying to show this n-gga love, silly me
So I might she'd tears as I put on my gloves
But I won't show emotions when I fill him with slugs
Cause n-ggas die everyday here
And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare
N-ggas don't play fair
That's why I'm straightforward, f-ck being all discrete
If I can knock 'em off quick, f-ck beefing all for weeks
So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep
Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep
Who taught ya the game, who showed y'all the streets?
And who bought 'em them things they sold y'all for cheap?
And who came up the bill when them hoes called police?
Now you fronting so I gotta expose y'all to see
Ungrateful motherf-cker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me)
Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me)
I was spitting live on hot 9
You was still rehearsing
Already my son and this was before I met you in person
So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase
Like that bullshit you wearing
You're always gonna b worthless
You just spit it, I lived it
Who's really writing the verses
Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses
Oh, you know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some people change for the better, some people change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
Know what I mean? Change is good sometimes, you know?
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I ain't givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old, cut off a few
But kept a few girls I decide like I'm gettin' old
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin' for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin' through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you don't ride for me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth
To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth
I'm speakin' the known truth, I ain't been livin' the same
Since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof
Why would I feel like I'm a stranger?
And why should I feel like I'm in danger?
And I'm grindin' till I'm right
Whether it's on the streets, or online tryin' to climb sites
I ain't blind from the limelite
I had my mind and my rhymes tight and signed when the time's right
People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful
But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
I'm playin' the game, like I'm supposed
Stayin' the same like I'm supposed
Ghetto fab in da house, hip hop hustler
One million customers and I still bust at ya
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you don't ride for me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
Why would I change when I get green like the incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the Ghettoest folks
Known a few [Incomprehensible] and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin' the bed, star with some veterans
Now they hate to see a nigga' drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed, fans to being the crowd
How could my head be in the clouds?
It's strange, what the fame'll do but you know what?
The only one who seen the change from the fame is you
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you don't ride for me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
I'm the same nigga' man
Same nigga' that ridin' with you
Nigga that's fuckin' with you
I'm still fuckin' with you nigga
The same nigga', these hoe's ain't like
Now they on my dick right? Ha ha, shit is crazy
Don't let this game change you nigga'
Konvict
We never change over here
Street Fame, Konvict
If I'm your man, then you're my man
And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand
But you crossed the man, you forced my hand
And changin who I am ain't part of my plan
Cause I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo
Said I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo
Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now
And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now
But I know that it's feelin funny now
Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now
You see things ain't the same
I said things ain't the same (nah)
No, things ain't the same (nah)
And I know I ain't changed
Yo, I make the money, but don't let it make me
So even if I go broke nigga you couldn't break me
Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet
Peep, quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat
Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street
So be happy that I rock them slumped back in the seats
Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny
That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money
Some niggaz change when they get change, funny when they get money
Switch when they get rich, strayed when they got paid
Ha~! But I stresses you to holla
Cause they never made bullet proof vest-es out of dollars
We never change, this is us every day
I call them boys up, they gon' bust every 'K
They ride high like them cust' Chevrolets
Like O-Wax for Kaine, lookin for his cousin killers
I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us
I changed for a reason but homey it wasn't scrilla
They can't say that nuttin changed but my clothes
Oh, I'm lyin, I do change up my hoes
I pitch game you should see the change-up I throws
And gotta get 'em a ring to get 'em to swing
I'm a team player, if I win then we won
And they gon' put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done
Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment
I don't talk much, feel like I'm around agents
... the game ain't what it used to be
I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me
Them other niggaz, be full of theyselves
Get money and disappear, try to pull a Chappelle
Well - I ain't hidin I'm ridin; I ain't duckin I'm buckin
I heard this nigga be right here man.
Up in some bitch crib up here man, on the third floor.
Yeah yo, he come out this building, I'ma warm his ass up. This nigga playin' with the money man, what the fuck. This nigga been duckin' me all fuckin week man.
Verse 1:
I'm waitin' on the green, like I'm sittin' at a red light/
This little beef nigga betta have my bread right/
Heard if ya head right, nigga there e'ry night/
Saw him outside, in the ride, no headlights/
"Grammatic, Grammatic"
I'm waitin' on the green, like I'm sittin' at a red light/
This little beef nigga betta have my bread right/
Heard if ya head right, nigga there e'ry night/
Saw him outside, in the ride, no headlights/
Got the semi nine with the red light/
He gonna gimme mine, or he dead aight?/
It's a dead night, no-body on the block/
In the mornin', John-Doe body on the block/
I went crazy on the day I got the fuckin' call/
This nigga and his bitch, shoppin' in the fuckin' mall/
I'm blowin' up his phone, pussy nigga duckin' calls/
Spendin' MY money on a slut who suckin' balls/
I be in the club, poppin' bottle after bottle/
Have Bacardi and Desarallo have to follow/
Can't wait to walk up, poppin' hollow after hollow/
Pass me that shit son, here this nigga go.
Hook x8:
I came for the moneyyy, I ain't here to play wit y'all/
Verse 2:
I caught him walkin' out the buildin' slow, quickly I draw the toast/
Shoulda saw his face, look like he saw a ghost/
He kept backin' up, I'm tryina draw him close/
He sayin' "Chill, I know what I got for ya 'Los/
I need a little time, my nigga got jammed in jail/
You know my fam Jermail, look like (Santa's sale? lol)/
Got knocked with like 900 grams, a scale/
On a 75 North Alabama sale"/
I don't know the nigga, don't give a damn as well/
You no Negotiator, and I ain't Samuel/
I squeezed two, then the chamber got jammed with shells/
And they say life is a gamble, well/
I guess today was his lucky day/
He gotta move now, I know where the fuck he stay/
Catch this little Chicken, fry it up Kentucky way/
Bet if I flash that, she know where the stash at/
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
Im Righthere Big Ya Boy Sit'n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-Stuy Fly
Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean
Clinton Hill The Chill Red-Hook Look Man Aint No Shook Hands In Brooklyn
Son Yo Life Could Get Took Man Threw Off Bridges 1 Hard Top Two Hard Bitches
Ride Through The Borough With Two Four Fizez Phantom Open Up Like Two Door Fridges
(Woah!) Im Makin Change To New York Digits From 718 To 187 Da 212 To 211 Yaboys Back
With A New One Son
(Huh?)
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn (Ny,Ny)
Wherebrookyln At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where (Uh.Huh) Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
I See You Brooklyn What It Look Like?
Im Right Here Fab Wavin The Flag Im From Nostrand Ave
I Came To Take Da Game In My Daddy Kane Chain Niggas Gave It Up Smooth
They Aint Wanan Hearthe Bang ,Bang Im Back On My Bully Shit That Flatbush
Bushwick Black Hoodie Shit Half A Billi. In The Bankrow Bank Stop Any Body
Bank Stop Anybody What You Bank Hoe? Big B's On The Wheels Spread Love
The Brooklyn Way "B" How's It Feeeel?
Im On My Robin Thicke Shit If Shit Eva Gets Thicke Im Back To Robin Niggas Quick
Trick Click? Anie Up All U Niggas Is Brittney Pull Ya Panties Up Whole Borough Is Wit
Me Hol Ya Cannons Up Buck 1 4 Buck Town Brooklyn What The Fuuuuuck
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(East New York) Brookyln At? Brooklyn At (Brooklyn) Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(King Of All Boroughs We So Thorow) Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
Im Right Here Hov Uncle Murda Feelin' Goodi Hookd Up Wit Jigga
Got My Grandma Out Da Hood Roc Is Bac Now Look At Niggas Ow Dey Cant Say
J Aint Sign A Brooklyn Nigga Where Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At?
Shootin Somebody Up Or Gettin Off Dem Packs Or Gointo The Club
Lookin For Somrthin To Yap Or Runnin To Ya Crib Like Where The Safe At?
East Newyork I'll Shoot Ya They'll Gat Ya Homie Brownsville Rob Ya
They'll Clap Ya Homie Bed-Stuy I'll Get U Killed For 100 Grams.
Get A Coney Island Nigga To Pull The Trigga Man Ask Flex He Use To Run Da Tudel
Brookyln Had Dudes Scared To Rep Their Borow Uncle Murda Imma Rep 2 Da Fullest
Like Saionin Da Club I Throw Bullets! Bullets!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At ? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
Iight Son Its A Like It Or Not Thing... Naw Mean? This 1's For Brooklyn
Im In Ma Bed -Stuy Fly U Kno? Bushwick Sick I Walk Dat East New York Walk
Brownsville Grill Got Ma Fort Greene Lean Ha Ha Clinton Hill Shill Red Hook Look
Dat Flatbush Push Naw Mean? Cypress Hill Feel Crown Heights Tight Wit It
Da Williamsburgswerve Coney Island Stylin On Em Canarsie Flawsy
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
RE-RE-REMIX!
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Let's keep it a hundred
That's word to Ben Frank's
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass green over here
Green like the kushes
I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes
We don't chase money we chase dreams
Rub this money in your face, face cream
Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes "what you see"
You know what I said!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
And if I go make sure the family gets the cash
And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask
Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman
Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They call me funeral they call us [? ]
Face on point they should call us swordfish
He got a gang of money
You can't stop his drive
He in the blue six screaming out stop it five
Black out jewelry, you still see it though
I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though
[intro: fabolous]
and she know we killing em
and some people don't like it, but she still feeling 'im
my black bird
and she know we killing em
and he ain't always right, but she still feeling 'im
i'mma need you to spread your wings
and fly away with me, baby
[verse 1]
i'm john dilli
you play billie
ride to that soul tape — “y'all don't really
hear me though, y'all don't really hear me though”
long as i'm with you, babe, it don't matter where we go, yo
yellow chick, she no canary though
that's my blackbird, she clearly crow
we met a year ago and you been looking sexy since
think your e's for “effort”, you get e's for excellence
black excellence, you in all-black
you know who she with, you should fall back
when i was down, baby, you knew i'd crawl back
and when i lost you, you knew i'd call back
hello? hey doll, it's me
never lockouts when you play ball with me
and it's consequences but she understands
that she riding with a wanted man
[hook: broadway]
i don't care about what they gon' say
you already what they gon' play
you my black bird, that ain't gon' change
i need you to spread your wings
to fly away with me, baby
that's my black bird
i need you to fly away with me, baby
that's my black bird
[verse 2]
we at the safe house, hiding out
cause all eyes be on us when we sliding out
what if we could get out of here altogether?
don't pack no bags when we land, hit the mall, whatever
you and me now, no more what you call a job
gotta take what you want in life, some people call it rob
i get to the money, minute forty seconds flat
it ain't hard to tell, so we expecting rats
but it's me and you against the world
feel like the odds is in our favor
the smart money's on my baby girl
when others fear, we are at our bravest
back at it not a hour later
it must suck being our neighbors
and it's consequences, but she understands
that she riding with a wanted man
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beat it - I bet she let me; she been fiending since she met me
I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwing on my Gretzky
Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry
Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie
Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready
Pink Rose and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly
I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very
Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly
Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie
Magazine, Mac, Desi, keep my windows like the Prezzie
Press a button and I'm stunting, my roof look like it's ducking
Meter go 200-something and my trunk do wonders bumping
I am not the one for chumping, I will ratchet out and slump him
Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, your money red
[Interlude: Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks]
[Juelz Santana:] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high)
Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks:] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley I be moving, I be moving
Making movies, Tom Cruising, if it's action then I'm shooting
Pockets fat, neck studded, boy my nickname should be Ruben
My Colombian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
And he know just how I get it so we about to introduce him
Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban
Got a black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be boothing
Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid
And she always ready to give me that Becky
Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky
Will have this whole bitch looking like the 4th of July
But if you pussies get to fronting and the pushing lead to shoving
We just busting and we leaving like it's nothing
If it ain't the Gucci or the Louis then it's Polo or it's Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me, she be bagging bitches for me
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
[Fabolous:] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
In that black-on-black thing whenever I ride by
[Lloyd Banks:] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new
I don't handcuff, you can bring the whole damn crew
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Kima's friends with Wendy
And both of these bitches want my penis, evidently
My jeans are never empty - it seems, coincidentally
They say that time is money, so my team be spending centuries
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - life's full of decisions
If hating was a crime, you would do life up in a prison
The spiteful competition knows that they wouldn't have a shot at eating
Even if they had a rifle in they kitchen
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - Banks, 'elz, or Loso
We be paper touching - bank teller flows, ho
Yeah, we smoke a lot of kush, drink hella rose Mo'
Y'all got a disease called "Can't tell the ho's no"
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - we black all of 'em
And we hold heat like a motherfucking oven
My homies, I love em: it's family over everything
And fuck anything that ever try to get above em
Niceeee...
(hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done
It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to G
But you know "Young'n" would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other
Wow! it's a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley
I hope this ain't tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome
I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them
I ain't with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?)
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon' get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me Two Time Johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's
This brother done had 'em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam
I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES!
It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too
At the most it'll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I don't care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I ain't know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
[Talking: Swizz Beatz]
This goes out to my ghettos in America
Real niggas stand up if you fake I ain't hearin' ya
Back again back atcha back again
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Evidently my moms mixed me with some weed in the presidente
Ya'll meant me
To ride gently
In the Bentley
All chrome
Upset Fisentay
Its gettin' hard to function
I'm on that Oooooweee that had Marley munchin'
They won't see a nigga Little Z slippin'
So with one hand the kid'll be whippin'
But with the other hand the kid'll be grippin'
I let three four
Sail through ya V door
And you'll see more
Shells than a sea shore
I got a sea saw
Scale when I re raw
And this is before
Sells in the three tores
And now the G4 sail when its me for
Nah we ain't Hollywood here
But we'll put you in a box like its Hollywood Squares
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Aiyo I'm watchin' niggas closely
Mostly
Cause I'm sippin' on the Rosay
Supposely
I'm shookin' like Mosley
No' Say
The Glock blow Doce' (12)
At these cockaroaches
Hos say
I'm nothin' but a head junkie
Red Monkies
Saggin' on the red Dunkies
Wrist watch rocky Jesus head chunky
White Gold grill
Make 'em go "Ill"
The new money Anna Nicole mills
Big faces none of the old bills
I'm back atcha
back atcha
back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Throwin' signs like a back catcher
Ain't nothin' stoppin' a fella
Poppin' the Yella (Yellow)
The GT drop is vanilla
Top of the cellars
Come on papi ya jealous
But what come around go around like chopper propellers
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Aiyo I'm that negro
Pop up like a Eggo
Coupe headlights shaped like a egg yo
I get it on the blocks like Legos
Jars like Prego
Straight from Deigo
On the reg yo
I'm who the chicks beg fo'
They know the dick long like a leg yo
They say his style reminds me
Of dudes who used to sell Fishscale in the ninetys
But he be on Cristal from nine three
Plus I done heard that his smile could blind me
Check the Rich Yung Coutoure
Some niggas say I had they bitch sprung before
I take alot of girls now which one was yours?
Slips my mind
I sips my wine
Throw the shades on and I grips my nine
The F-A-B-O-
On that Neo
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Fab...
Can you be my B-A-B-Y?
I'll never call another lover mine
And why would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet
But only one thing could keep me off the street
And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y
I can be why you always be fly
And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does
We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed
In a V-dub and that's only be-cause
Need someone to be my (baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans
Gonna find someone to be my (baby)
..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby)
After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga
You like this, that, you do bla bla
Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, this how imma do you mama
First I'ma put you on your back
And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track
Then I'ma lay you on your side
And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside
But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side
You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride
And my baby know how to start me up
You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up
And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills
I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real
It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple
And won't we make a good...(baby)?
Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me
But you're so amazing
I just want us to do this exclusively
Say you'll be my baby
My baby's the only one I bring to the villa
That can get the bling and the scrilla
Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla
And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller
I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila
I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller"
[Fabolous (FAB) (DJ Clue):]
Ladies and Gentlmen
its my pleasure to present to you (My pleasure) (Yeaaa, Yeaaa)
Street Family (Ah Ha, Ah ha!)
Street Fam, that Street Fam (Woo Woo)
It's the realest that you've ever seen (New Fabolous, Paul Cain)
And ya'll know who I be right? (Come, On!)
Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Lo Loso (Yea!)
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!)
It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to
And my accountant got as many numbers as a social
With a beach house that's, somewhere on the coast to
Bunch of bad bitches that some of ya'll propose to (CLUE CLUE!)
I hear niggaz talk, dummer then they suppose to
A brotha leak, like a plumber aint suppose to
Ride this clean yea, summers gonna appose you,
Please don't make me be the someone that expose you, (Word Word!)
I snatch yea kids, or someone that you close to,
Then the body parts start coming in the postal,
Summers getting close to, gotta go drop,
I gotta slow bop in the proda low tops,
My domicanna sell out a co-op,
She also can suck the gum outta blow pop, (Woo!)
The feds wanna talk to my accountant to,
they heard I bottle green like mountain dew,
Too many rocks to be countin boo,
The globe look like the one in the Scarface fountain do
But they cant take the ayto (Nah!), point blank will open yea face, (Nah)
Till I'm white like a baked patatoe
And I'm not new at this,
I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change but the pilot line and the studarist (Ah ha, Ah ha!)
A guy in fur, continental flying spur,
you might wanna keep an eye on her, (CLUE CLUE!)
Theres no question amuse**
Before I have her in sex positions, that look like wrestling moves, (Damn)
Get some chest shots, coming my way
believe me (Yea!) yea best not stop at my gate, (Yea!)
3 cars, the rest** lot in the drive way, (Yea!)
you know I got rest spots like a high way (Yeaa!)(Ah Ha)
and mid-town, the loft cost BIG,
the jersey, back-yard is golf course BIG (uhh huh)
Brooklyn, Miss Jade, and of course BIG
After that its ME, F-A-B...you knowww ( ah ha ah ha! )
Now what you know about chauffers (huh?)
The roof tucked in like a fold out sofa (woo!)
Its more heat when I spray off rhymes
The prices is up like floor seats at playoff time,
You Feel Me?
[Paul Cain (PAUL) (DJ Clue):]
Chea ( Yea Yea)
Hey Yo Fab I got these Niggaz (Come On!)
This shit don't stop until the cribs like Madison square
5 in's in income is what I average a year,
Poppin corks, not the real talk but Fab in a leer,
right now, im dead close I aint braggin I swear, (Ah ha, Ah ha)
cause im a hustler, I eat like im suppose,
Fab taught me to watch people, mainly the leechs and the hoes,
im the long end beefin with my foes, and the chicks freakin after shows sippin peach and different flows,
I even taught my young boys to speak to me in code,
cause its hard to tell, which niggaz leakin to the po's ( Yea Yea!)
these boys in the hood, wanna creep me and I knows,
just said a couple sandles would keep me on my toes
so I travel with the meanest cause the last two bodies that drop
those niggaz walk around the hood like ballerinas,
from the scurviest I learned that the wrachet in the beamer (WHAT!)
calm my nigga down with the saddest look to meaner
I would be damned if that aint true
talking reckless on smack when, we all not that aint you, (Aww Noo)
nigga you actin out of character, reading from a movie script,
cross me, and Imma have to do you from the uzi grip
your shits hilarious, you think u gonna fool me prick, (huh?)
you a fraud, I know the clown niggaz you be with,
they don't draw guns, they draw sketches for the jake,
and I know know? The diamonds in dem neckless' is fake, (CLUE CLUE!)
And im known over sea's but respected in the states,
Ask clue, but im gonna throw the heckle in yo face, fuckin snakes, CHEA
[DJ Clue:]
Yea mannnn...Yea Man
Hes a Hustler! Hes a Hustler.. Part!...part one
Young money on the floor! Trak money on the beat
That's right man, the young and sexy
You're only young as you feel, haha, ya know?
Let's get it in, 25 and younger
I see you smiling shorty, I see it in your eyes
Security let her through, trust me man she's alright
(She's alright, she's alright, she's alright)
(Cause she's gon ride, she's gon ride, she's gon ride)
To the beat y'all! Till the motherfucking champagne and weed is gone!
I'm so VIP, and Notorious for doing it B.I.G. girl
You ain't gotta see ID, I'm a rich young man
Clean button up wit the rich young pairs
Out of you young ladies, which one can - do it to the beat y'all
Young niggaz get funny, just to get a name
So you know I came with the heat y'all!
You know I got a little money, got a little fame
But you know I came from the streets y'all
If you wanna act funny, I can do the same
And when Pharrell let the beat fall
Let me see you get your hands up high y'all
Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all
For the young sexy and fly y'all
Roll another one, let's get high y'all
From the high heels to low cuts
To the dude in the fast car wit the slow strut girl
They wanna catch J. Jackson
But the money's longer than a stretch Maybach Benz
They say I'm fly enough to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
They say I'm old enough to know better
But young enough to not give a fuck
Tell Stella to move back, if she want Her Groove Back
I get my young man on, then the young man gone
Let's get money again, and even if you ain't
I'll make you feel twenty again, so!
Let me see you get your hands up high y'all
Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all
For the young sexy and fly y'all
Take another shot, let's get high y'all
I'm too young to be sprung
And you can tell I'm too blessed to be stressed
My move is too smooth, on top of that I dress to impress
The walk is so chilled, not to mention the Talk is so Real
We all gotta get old, but before I do I'm a ball outta control
[fabolous - chorus]
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that
tell me what you about risk
what you know about getting back
them niggas dont live what they rap
them boys aint been in no trap
them niggas dont know about this
then boys dont know about that
ayy, you don't know 'bout it
you don't know 'bout it
tell me what you know 'bout that
you dont know nothing
you dont know nothing
you dont know nothing
tell me what you know 'bout that
[fabolous - verse 1]
hol' up, stop the shit
thats word to that red sign
don't think cause i'm laid up
i wont flatline your redline
my niggas tuck guns in
catch you slippin it's bedtime
gotta kill you by a certain time
now thats what i call a deadline
deadline, deadline
can't call it like a deadline
when they hit little homie up, i was in miami getting fed prime
got my bitch in the studio
she the best, superheadline
call her my little ghost rider
she help me come with them headlines
headlines, headlines
put your name in them headlines
niggas beefin thats cool
just give me mine with some red wine
shouts out to my big homie
when he left he said grind
my nigga move so much britney spears
they gave that boy kevin fed time
fed time, fed time
locked down all day
real nigga, by myself, kevin hart wit it all day
niiiice
whoever gon night night nigga
don't look at that white light nigga
i'm back on this dark shit
if you scared get a night light nigga
[chorus]
[verse 2 - meek mill]
crutching all of these bitches
stuntin' all onof these niggas
fifty racks in my pocket
or on the way to go get it
northside yeah we poppin'
now, is never scared of no nigga
catch me deep down in that jungle
with them lions, snakes and gorillas
i be ridin' round in 4 wheelers
drop tops and no ceilings
and i aint talkin' bout tunechi bitch
ball hard but can't hoop for shit
thank god for this?, cause jail cells tuna fish
they locked me down in that hell hole
on state roll like a lunatic
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that
tell me what you know about bricks
32 racks i get you that stamped
them boys aint totin' no straps
them boys aint up in that trap
them niggas aint bout that life
tell you 'bout that white and i'm like where it's at?
nigga
[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up
(If you killin em)
Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em
[Fabolous]
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I'ma let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I'm not gon' judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em
[Neyo - Chorus]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It's damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It's damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(So good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Aint nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin' em
Girl you are
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
[Fabolous]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin' that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin' at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin' em
Neyo bring the chorus bru...
[Neyo - Chorus]
[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up
(If you killin em)
Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Sometimes I amaze, sometimes I disappoint
Sometimes I blow this paper like it's just a joint
Sometimes I look at change like it's just some coins
Like shaq at the line, you prolly missed the point
It's perspective, which angle you looking from?
When you take a chance, ever wonder who you took it from?
I'm from brooklyn son, got no problem taking nothing
So I figured I could take nothing and make it something
Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin
Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get to shaking somethin
Purple weed, gold bottles now let's laker something
Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
[Hook: fabolous]
Smoking on loud
Swagga to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em
Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really
[Verse 2: fabolous]
Might be how I'm feeling mixed with what I'm drinking
Got me on some shit, that might be what the stink is
You might just be cool it might be what you thinking
It might be something in her eye but to me, she's winking
Listen before ya dumb ass say some stupid shit
And have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit
Ball player swag, that's what out the hoop and shit
Two chicks that hanging with mr cooper shit
Eat with me if you hungry dawg
But then again how loyal is a hungry dawg?
That's saying hunger make your dog eat you alive
You either starve to death or you eat to survive
[Hook: fabolous]
Smoking on loud
Swagga to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em
Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really
[Verse 3: red cafe]
Shakedown on sleep
I'm getting to the money
The way I'm counting sheep
I be counting money
Live from the roof
Empire state
Finna burn this bitch down
Find the next fire escape
I'm high so nothing ain't farfetched
Out in houston with my rocket no...
Fuck with that street fan
Fuck with that loso
Come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go
Giving back to the hood be what I call it
Smoke grand daddy kush
I'm in orbit
If they ain't with the family they weirdos
[Hook: fabolous]
Smoking all out
Swagger to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em
Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
[Fabolous:]
Loso Loso Loso
Nigga tell him whats my name
Loso Loso Loso
Bitch tell him whats my name
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I come from the streets where the man stand hungry
And you see the diamonds on this man hand chunky
So I gotta come with the heat like Stan Van Gundy
Cause I eat more in a day than a man can monthly
Niggas didn't act funny growin' up
But things changed when the crack money slowin' up
In the black Bentley with black twentys showin' up
Its hard for a nigga not to get into they feelings
I'm tryin' to show 'em how to get into the millions
Trips to Rio'll make 'em get into Brazilians
You keep followin' a snitch nigga lead
When its time of the month though bitch nigga bleed
The red light on the Mac switch niggas speed
Gun shots'll have 'em dashin' a hundred meters
Nah they ain't stashin' a hundred either
They just on Smack flashin' a hundred heaters
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Chit chat
I ain't wit that
But I could still bag 'em
In the Magnum
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
I said chit chat
I ain't with that
I rather ride gently
In the Bentley
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Now everytime ya think ya out they pull ya back in
Pull the Mac-10
With bullets packed in
I pulled it back then
Da da da da da
And these niggas have been miserable
Its hurtin' 'em all to see me in physical
With a grin visible
I like my position
Its like a magician
A finger snap'll make a nigga invisible
POOF! Fabdini The Great
Who else go to exotic dealerships grab 'Ghinis and skate
Niggas can't get the dimes or the nickels to sale
Put the sour to the bottle like its pickles for sale
I get money so the bitches gonna chase ya'll
They can see somebodys riches in the place ya'll
I get 'em
Before they snitches in the case ya'll
They face'll have more stitches than a baseball
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Chit chat
I ain't wit that
But I could still bag 'em
In the Magnum
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
I said chit chat
I ain't with that
I rather ride gently
In the Bentley
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
[Fabolous:]
And thats what it is man
F-to the A-B-
A.K.A. Loso
Ya'll know who I'm with right?
Street Fidadidadam
I'm just tryin' to motivate niggas you know?
Its all motivation baby
You see all this?
Its all motivation
I think I'm gettin' kind of hot too
Maybe its me like
Like maybe I'm just doin' all this shit for nothing like I don't know
You know what I mean?
I mean its cool
Its all cool man
Niggas wanna do shit holla man
Does anyone care (anyone care)
Please tell me
Im alone and scared (alone and scared)
Please help mee
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do
Please tell me
Please tell me
Dear fab
I wrote this letter in confidence you will read it
I suceeded getting my collage education completed
Smart girl not conceded i'm used to being treated anyway
But anyway
Your advice is needed
Im 22 years old,
With a beautiful daughter,
By a dead beat who wouldnt give a quarter to support her
My money was gettin low
And my patience was getting shorter
Heard about his new gf and all the shit he brought
So i caught, fought her, heard she had restraining orders
I still grabbed her pony tail and held her under water
So right now im sorta locked up for manslaughter
Missing every minute i can't spend with my daughter
Does anyone care (anyone care)
Please tell me
Im alone and scared (alone and scared)
Please help mee
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do
Please tell me
Please tell me
Loso
I know you hold profession as a lyricist
But u prollly never had depression as severe as this
Your music, its like a session with a therapist
I asked the lord to send me any blessin if his hearin this
Im stresssin sumfin serious
Pressin on delirous
A smart man always ask's questions if he's curious
I believe in god, but i dont understand his plan
Why send a spanish man, way up to afganistan?
Hand this man a rifle
Suit me up in camoflauge
I salute the hand of sarge
He is not a man in charge
Im fightin this war
Dont kno who im fightin it for
Might be goin awol anyday ya'll
Does anyone care (anyone care)
Please tell me
Im alone and scared (alone and scared)
Please help mee
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do (what should i do)
What should i do
Please tell me
Please tell me
Dear fabolous
Im such a fan
I dont have much demands
But im really hopin that you will keep in touch with fans
Coz see,
I know your prolly busy kickin it with one of them pretty girls from on television shaking it
My vision ain't mistaken, i can see you wasnt faking
So i hope, that you can help me with some good decision making
I've been thinkin a lot, so much i havn't slept in days
My mother and father about to go there seperate ways
Im a teen in the cross of a painful divorce
I love my mum and she thinks i'm an angel of course
I love my dad too
I feel tangled and lost
Who's side should i be on?
Your friend deon
Yeah this song is dedicated to anyone who find theyself in a place where they need
Sum advice
You may not always find that person in the physical form
But theres someone you can trust in
Who listens when everybodies ears are shut
Who sees when everybodies eyes are closed
Who speaks when everybodies voices is silent
Put your faith in god
The man will take you from there
Loso
Coz not a day goes by, that i dont wonder why
[Fabolous:]
Yeah Funk Flex, Big Truck Series Part One niggas
Yeah F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S-
I know what they sayin' Flex
The sun can't shine forever
Uh yeah OK, yo
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Now I hardly be parkin' in the pees
Cause the system in the SL make it shake like it got Parkinson's disease
Bout to go back to mark it in the trees
Watchin' out for narcs in the fatigues
And them markings on the cees
Catch me with a bitch in Gucci Parkas and Capris
With a set of full lips and bruise markings on her knees
Ya'll 'gon run to the precinct start talking when I squeeze
So I put snipers on the roof marksmen in the trees
Fuck you I like who write ya shit
With voice command, me and my car talk like Michael Knight and Kit
Ever since they put my face on the screen
Fuck a box and a dash I stash my guns in the waist of my jeans
Niggas start nonsense again
He thinkin' its sweet get shots like you on Insulin
When I pull off the dealers lots no mileage is on it
This bad boy move with guns with silencers on it
[Fabolous:]
Yeah Fabolous
Yeah Yo Flex,
We gotta write Gulliani man (for real)
Make that nigga stop,
Stop lettin' these niggas ride around on minors man
This the Big Truck Series you hear me?
20s and up
Yeah yo yeah
Fabolous the most shady
Yeah
Kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hos
And I rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
[Funkmaster Flex:]
Its goin' down
Funk Flex Big Truck Series Part One
Don't forget
Funkmaster Flex Celebrity Car Show baby
At the Meadowlands Convention Center
September 8 its gonna be ugly
20s and 22s only
As we keep this thing movin' you know what I mean?
Shout out to the Big Dog Record Pool
You know how we get down
Shout out to the Street Prowlers
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
Tonight, tonight
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
Tonight, tonight
Ya daddy wanna girl to go down
Damn I think I love her ass so round
Skin so soft and her hair so long
First I go deep then I go long
Homie Mackavile I'll be thuggin' on them hoes
Red bottom heals she got blood on her toes
I was like, "Damn where you from? What's your name?"
You the one I'm reppin', got it swingin' on the chain
Seven one otro, we don't do popo
Come to my town, you can fuck with me and Loso
It'll go down
(Down, down)
I'm a pop a cherry way before we hit the teley
(I was like)
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
Tonight, tonight
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
Tonight, tonight
Look I don't know how I fell in love so fiddast
Bet I'm gon' kill it from the back that ass
Yeah I'm funeral, I am on a killin' spree
Bitches can't get in touch, still feelin' me
Always on the I chat, I stay on the phone
They be at my neck-like when I spray on cologne
Never said I love ya, okay now come on
Don't listen to anythin' I stay on patron
Where's that on your own student lawn college chick?
You can give me brain when I'm free scholarship
If you had me open on the head hollow tip
I'm a spend a couple bucks, god damn love sucks, nice
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
Tonight, tonight
I don't know if I love ya
Or I just wanna fuck ya
Either way you're goin' down
[Hook: Red Cafe]
I'm so fly, so fly
You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like
There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go)
There go that motherfucker
[Woman:]
I'm so fly, so fly, so fly, so fly
You might see me when you look up in the sky like
There she go, (there she go), there she go, (there she go), there she go
There go that motherfucker
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm so fly they should put me in disguise
My shits tight like they didn't put me in my size
I already know don't put me on surprise
They gone be like there he go if you put me in disguise
Only be with winners they should put me as a prize
And you pussy niggas should be put between some thighs
These diamonds here clearer than HD
Them niggas over there squarer then a H3
They can't reach us that is why they pointin baby
I'm on my job them bitches gonna need appointments baby
And if you suckas tryin to see me just look me up
I hope the first place you look be up
Here I go
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
Ugnh I did it yup yup I did it
I'm super fly with it paper arrives with it
Get the magazine if you wanna vibe with it
That rich young queen like I mixed Tide with it
Now I be live with it
I turns on my lovers the lollipop girls
Now they are all suckas
And we are all gutta
The flyest of em all
Light fi fire to em all
Yeah we airborn I took her airborn
Stones clear Like her mama was Liz Clairborne
I'm goin down down baby
Your street in a Spur flyin you see the blur
Ugnh what else!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Paul Cain]
There he go!
I'm doin my damn thing (there he go!)
Leanin off of that champagne (there he go!)
It's the homie they call cain (there he go!)
I'm gettin money you fools should do the same (there he go!)
Fly as a G4 plane (there he go!)
White and yellows all in the chain (there he go!)
Y'all niggas no I stay so fly
Got the top down when I blow by
With the dough I am multi
You know why
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Freck Billionaire]
Ayo you see this the drop head coup I just added room
It's so crazy I should park it in "The Padded Room"
I'm with my bad young bitch she Israelian
Nigga, she so bad she got em staring like she alien
Philly B the one the bitches wanna deal with
Nowadays I just screw them like a drill bit
Straight Homicide and murder every verse rappin
Philly Freck bitch I'm flyer than the first captain
[Hook]
[Outro: Fabolous]
I'll take it, no contingencies
No loans, no leases
[Hook]
That's not love
That's not love
That's not love
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement
Survived the battle with animals and cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I'm all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth cosed, you wanna know why you die
The answer's right under your nose
Exposed to the street, in the game I don't cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I get money, don't shit come free
It's my life and I run it even when
Keep my business in my pockets, don't wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
See...
[Hook]
[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Say what's on your heart if you're real
Cause the scars you can't see be the hardest to heal
And I used to chase money, now I have it brought
Cause you can only chase something that you haven't caught
If there's a summertime in hell, it's not as hot
You empty clip niggas aint got a shot
These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore
Now you decide if their to die for
Advice to my haters, do what I say now
Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down
Thought it was love, how foolish of us
I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Look, as the crooked World revolves
Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve)
And Evil spelt backwards is live or live
And when death comes you better have lives to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas is snitching and still living
I hope my words are like razors to the bitches
Niggas pretend like they actually in
But when it go down they f-ck around and be them
That blood look familiar when it's leaking
If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga
That aint love
[Hook]
[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Life is but a dream
Aint always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didn't have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see these haters in passing, yeah they 'round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous
Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist
Just anothger page in my success story
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da da da
I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)
I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines
It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign
'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it
On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it
I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing
You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment
I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone
The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on
I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron
Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on
She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along
Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on"
I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)
When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking
Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing
Grab hold to her, put that pole to her
Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her
Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy
I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati
Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild
She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming
Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me
You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me
Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly
I know the flavor of love and you bucky
Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible
Pussy is edible
I make it wet no man could do it better boo
Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la
I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on
I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron
You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet
I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet
(Beat it up)
Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet
(beat it up)
Take your clothes off, it's alright
It's going down girl, all night
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise
That pussy hot girl and it's so tight
I been waiting for you to give me the green light
See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight
[Fabolous:]
Yeah uh uh
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They love how the white 'Pala lean
The interior is Light Collard Green
With lights on it seems
The dope got a white powder gleam
Turns white college teens
To white collar fiends yeah
The fifth got a bright scholar beam
And put blood stains in ya white Stoll and Dean
Like girls in white Palis jeans
That look so burb but really hood like Hollis Queens
When it comes to carrying chrome
I done had more metals than Marian Jones
Its the kid with the jewelry that vary in stones
And that fresh off the boat like Jerry in Groan
My dogs'll stomp you 'till you barely can moan
And put you in the dirt like they burying bones
I talk wreckless and cockier
The necklace is rockier
And I just came back from Checkoslovakia
The constant hate is growin' old
I'm doin' concert dates and shows thats sold
If you get off my dick then just maybe you can concentrate on goin' gold
Lets get the nonsense straight you goin' cold
And i'm hotter than you ever been
Alot of ya'll ain't never been
Sucked 'till you dry by a hottie in the Netherlands
In a cottage with a set of friends
Why challenge and diss you?
I could buy talons and missles
Along with high caliber pistols
Why hate? if you had my talent and issues
You'd go in the club and buy gallons of Cris to
[Fabolous:]
Yeah
Thats a little taste
More Street Dreams
November 4th
"straight spiitin"
fabolous
desert storm
please believe it
believe it please
Fabolous
brooklin we back
Fabolous:
i cant deny it
u a dick rider
u can never flow like me
blow like me, y would a bitch like ya?
when they can see that I'm a fucking rider , u a hitch-hiker
u never seen a coup that gone a-robbin
the dealer says the same beamer bond was driving
2-20 on the z-a dash
when the 3-a flash
turn ur brains to a v8 splash and ur body
with this lifestyle poster style
I get right like a lifestyle poster child
niggas in the game as haggy
when u put the heat to him they talk the same as shaggy "it wasn't me "
nigga u cant even think a freestyles on ur own
got 911 on speedial on ur phone
still nuttin
i roll for thous now
got every ghetto girl going crazy
thats too old for bow wow
I got the feds in paranoia
I'm the only kid that come to court in a pair of nikes
with a pair of lawers
who murders wen they walk
Have witness sayin duh-duh-duh-duh to nervous to talk
Ship niggas is opposed
To put insurance on their bitch
cuz now i ship niggas for their hoes
only take 5 of these spraid
After I roll up behind you like privacy shades
All y'all could do is look at my studs and shiver
Or be rocking my watch
At the bottom of the Hudson River
Want to get me for my dough then fine
But u better be a model for a bullet proof clothin line
You'all see the size of the bags that my dope be in
Got niggas pockets lookin like Ethiopians
You broke niggas could be fixed and
I'm the reason ain't no original and the already talkin REMIX
Paul Cain:
It's Paul Cain season again
I'm like a 2k pee-wee kirkland
study old-timers learn to put easy workin
Know these niggas wanna see me hurtin
That's what would get them shot poped up with the D.E squirt gun
Still focused on flippin them packs
Cop the ESCALADE on 20's with the system in back
Come thru gucci jeans suits fisherman hat
Why the white ubs Double G stiched in the back
Since half y'all haters learn the aim able to stear
handle the wheel like NASCAR racers
I'm 5'7 tower over every oppenent
Ask CLUE where he got the title HEAVY COMPONENTS
Quietly I'm the best in the game
I'm never changin my image juz adding specs and a chain
And y'all niggaz know it's on for life
[fabolous/trey songz]
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
[trey songz]
i'm smokin on exotic, she bitchin' by the stomach
when we have sex she felt it in the stomach
throw that money up, she make that money vomit
and when i'm with the school bitch, money was the subject
[fabolous/trey songz]
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
[verse 1 - fabolous]
i'm ridin round to my city, emphasis on my city
this bullsht ain't gon carry on
no none of that shit fly with me
yeah i'm back with my guy with me
that boy named trigga trey
we ridin round we gettin it
maybe i stay out them niggas way
just like the late bigga say
more money, more problems
matter fact i'd rather that to having no money be your problem
if hustle plus muscle equals success then it's no problem
think i care if you fck with me
no sir that's a ho problem
we be on the loud sht
y'all be smokin that low volume
over here is going down, over there ain't no slalom
i'm so fly i need a co-pilot
need a ride with low .
and all my girls be hollin in the back, no wallet
[hook - fabolous/trey songz]
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
[trey songz]
i'm ridin round windows up
young peace town can't wait to fck
another one in the back can relate to her
got tittes big and they fake as fuck
my nggas got em pistols i'll never catch no case bra
life is like a strip club and i always got my paper up
swears like a ngga can make it up
fame for the kk beggin up
stop it, watch it, pocket, scrap it
nggas know i got it
knowledge where she drop after that i take her shopping
btch nggas we talkin we just call it pssy poppin
triggas home, way go to, i bet on what you ain't know ho
snatch the doze up on that photo
make that girl tattoed my logo
she go below the belt cha that's a low blow
made her say ah and i ain't talkin coco loso
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
i'm ridin round and i'm gettin it
it's mine, i spend it
it's mine, i spend it
[Intro]:
Best things come to those who wait
It's time to go get it
[Hook]
I said I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me (x3)
La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa
For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?
I'm so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya'll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all y'all sick patients
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I'm coming for the belt and I stay H'ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I'm the city's saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
Ain't gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies
But this ain't about old school, new school
Cause my old school look better than your new school
And I drive my new school like my old school
Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
The girl used to brain me, you love my old school
Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
She probably came back had a little attitude
Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
I done had a few, never use, had them new
So I'm Pac, in a white suit, I Ain't Mad At You
No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
And I'm still here, I'm still here!
I'm so New York that I'm still her
[Background]Money money money
Money money money
(repeated)
[Red Cafe]Hey hey, everydayday I hustle everyday I'm getting money
If her p-ssy good everyday I'm spending money
throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I aint got credit but your dog got cash
money money money stay out of my lane
your team running laps,
my team run the game
this is America aint shit free
I need my money tall, at least six three
blaacka blaacka blaacka
money money money
any given day Im pouring honey on your honey
and I murder everybody OKAY everyday say it
money money money
if you broke I'm sorry
[Hook]money money money
money money money
that girl need
money money money
my people need
money money money
what else, that girl need
money money money
she getting
money money money
she getting
money money money
Im getting
[Diddy]
wake up in the morning
take a money shower
now I'm smelling like money got the money and the power
bad boy money, Martin and Will
my face good money the should put me on the bill
I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the shoppers
crushing model chicks, throwing minks on the toddlers
Nasdaq money, Dow Jones homes
money money money muthaf-cker daddy's home
Cash money young money bad boy money
shorty said I boss never throw toy money
so blah blah make that thing bounce with these hundred dollar bills
now I'm getting money I ball
I remember I had no money at all
now Im so shallow name brand apparel
Im in that new new everyday wanna battle
blaacka blaacka blaacka
money money money
any given day Im pouring honey on your honey
and I murder everybody OKAY everyday say it
money money money
if you broke I'm sorry
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]Clap for that money like the booty on shorty then
ya'll just keep clapping studio audience
told her stretch it out like she do it in the (?)
and bust it bust it bust it like she snuck a glock 40 in
daddy gon show you how a store feel
I got millions of ways young (?)
married to the money
faithful to the millions
got my money up
safe as up in ceilings
[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)
[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I'll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you'll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I'll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can't see me but you know a sick nigga in it right
[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average
[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I'm in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I'm living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I'm sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin' in the sickest air max, oh
Now I'm finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin' from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I aint talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature
A dedication to the independent woman
To the one working hard for hers
That is just my way to let you know, I see you, baby
And I brought a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx, Mr. Foxx, ladies
I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, so she leave mine alone
There ain't nothin' that's more sexy
Than a girl that want, but don't need me
Young independent, yeah, she work hard
But you can tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down 'cause she ain't got time
To be complaining, shawty gon' shine
She don't expect nothin' from no guy
She plays aggressive, but she's still shy
But you never know her softer side
By lookin' in her eyes
Knowing she can do for herself
Makes me wanna give her my world
Only kinda girl I want
Independent queen workin' for her throne
I love her 'cause she got her own
She got her own
I love her 'cause she got her own
She got her own
I love it when she say
It's cool, I got it, I got it, I got it
I love it when she say
It's cool I got it, I got it, I got it
I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, so she leave mine alone
There ain't nothin' that's more sexy
Than a girl that want, but don't need me
Lovely face, nice thick thighs
Plus she got drive that matches my drive
Sexy thing, she's mcfly
All the while payin' the bills on time
She don't look at me like, captain save 'em
Gold diggin', no, she don't do that
Now she lookin' me like inspiration
She wanna be complimentin' my swag
And everythin' she got, she work for it, good life made for it
She take pride in sayin' that she paid for it
Only kinda girl I want
Independent queen workin' for her throne
I love her 'cause she got her own
She got her own
Oh, I love her 'cause she got her own
She got her own
Hey, I love it when she say
It's cool, I got it, I got it, I got it
Ohh, she sayin'
She got it, I got it, I got it
Don't make me laugh, boo, never did that bad, too
Make you even have to but even if I had to
Ask my better half to, you be more than glad to
When I do that math, boo, you always try to add two
I need someone who'd ride for me
Not someone who'd ride for free
She said, boy, I don't just ride
She'll pull up beside of me
I had to ask her what she doin' in that caddy
She said, 'cause you my baby
I'd be stuntin' like my daddy
And there's not many, who catch my eye
We both wearing Gucci, she match my fly
And that's why, I suppose to keep her closer
Right by the side, toast and to host her
And that she went low so, case you didn't know so
You can save your money, dawg, shawty getting dough so
What she care with his cars, you can call her Miss. Boss
I got it backwards, criss cross, shawty got her own
Now all my ladies that don't need a man for nothing
Except some of that good lovin'
Let me hear you say ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Now my fellas know you need to stop the frontin'
If you lovin' independent woman
Let me hear you say ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I love her' cause she got her own
Got her own
Hey, I love her 'cause she got her own
She got her own
I love it when she say
It's cool, I got it, I got it, I got it
I love it when she say
Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous
Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)
Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my rings borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?
Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing
It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
Shorty when I'm through....
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip Proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)
Fab's hard to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
(Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"
Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us, huh?
I see you comin back to her
Like that, with the two-step
[Fabolous]
This is why they f-ck with me: right after the head
I tell em I gotta leave cause I'm trying to stay sucker-free
They say I'm a dog, well that makes them a f-cking flea
And now I understand why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats
Thug motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a d
I'ma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me
Coco loso in my stanley cup
You could say whatever, just don't bring the family up
Who could f-ck with me? everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up
I'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up
Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up
Your boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up
This is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up
As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:
A bunch of tatted up niggas who can wrap weed
And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap needs
I'm just a swagged-out nigga in a rapide
With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for
Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain't even talking about that aston martin
Even though I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, they pass the margin
Yeah, I write my best shit on my worst day
And that's the shit that gets you richer
Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it's not me, it's the money
It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny
And I'm not just being funny, I know no other way
Don't get much slicker than fab I strap up with the eagles
Throw bullets just as quick as a man
Flicker or jab quicker than ash
Any chick that I stab says she can feel a dick in her ass
It's a like it or not thing they like how the watch bling
And I got cars like micheal has got rings
Might spice a chicken like she a hot wing
Never tell her to bounce like if she got springs
Nicks talk slick on the mic to the shot spring
And I holla fly like I Got wings
Cops wanna see this man
Flash my picture ask my neightbous did they see this man
Lemme take a long breather
Before I be on the inside telling my story to don diva
That's why I gota lawyer that Don't please my case
Walk even if the judge ID my face
Got a problem that my cars couldn't Rebitrace
And a problem with playin jus cuz I Need my space
With a hong chong ckick
The green and gold bronze on that'll make the bishop don juan sick
I done too much to get this three hundred
Nigga this Yankee cost some big franky's
That's why I'm so slick and gravy
Slick and gravy mixed with oh yeah
Probably seen me on saint nicks on Broadway
Lookin for some chicks in broad way
But Im not a brooklyn rapper starring for a tape on recap
The boy gets some paper when he raps
And I keep a down ass chick straight on her knee caps
To keep the family business confidential
Chick looks pretty in the continental
U kno what the man do its Monumental
The way I be stitchin on em
I'm like a hustler in the 80's when the dude saw the sticthin on em
Im in the seven jeans with the orange stichy on it
One of em t-shirts with the bigger picture on em
I'm too big man And I'm so Brooklyn
The name is just enough to get your throat token
The real talk new york is holding the toast tighter
You(x12)
[Fabolous - Intro]
Y'all niggas better stop playin with me
Y'all know ya aint bout that life
"SOUL tape"
niiiccee
[Chorus]
I'm callin them out
I got they phone numbers (x2)
When that money callin everything gon on hold (x2)
[Fabolous - Verse 1]
I'm having doubts, what they really believe
Starting with these Stefan Urquelle, who really be Steve
Photoshop don't make it better, it really deceive
Long hair don't care, but it really be weave
Lets get back to this real shit
That life, I'm bout
Anytime that I'm out, I keep ballin like there's no time out
On the kush I'm stoned out
On you haters, I zone out
Y'all opinions don't make me money
So what yall thinkin don't count
I mean the nerve of these niggas giving me attitude
When I be serving these niggas
You rappers platter food
[Chorus] (x2)
[Verse 2]
Saying they overrated is a understatement
Them niggas is broke, look like they under maintanence
They rapping bout mansions, but from they momma's basement
Swear they in phantoms, but drive a honda station
Lets get back to this real shit
Stay away from that counterfeit
That fake-it till you make-it life, really don't amount to shit
Talkin never bothers us, sometimes it do bore me
So if ya makin movies, hope it based on a true story
Freck said "nothings worse than a rich hater"
When money call, pick it up n call that bitch later
[Fabolous]
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a f-ck
Rather hold my high and die then live and duck
If you're cool being taken down and giving up
Your lifestyle's a blow job, the way you're living sucks!
I done felt pain, waited but no help came
Went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane
You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain
Ever been told "go to hell" and felt flames
The water's to your neck and only gets deeper
It's all down hill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it, be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss, it aint get no cheaper
But there's a man above that we all under bro
No bread truck but he work wonders though!
After you wake up, everything is wonderful
You can overcome anything you undergo
As an artist I'm just tryna paint the perfect picture
But see where tryna wait for somebody that's perfect gets you
That usually lead to nothing like virgin kisses
And I be tryna cut, surgeon bitches
Dreams of splurging riches, pretty but curvy misses
Chef to serve the dishes, driving to swerve the ditches
I'm just another kid on the purple wishes?
And the streets is tough, on the verge of viscious
So I sold weed and crack, business
That white girl helped a nigga, Fergalicious
But getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses
So when you killin' shit watch out for the murder witness
An old head told me, let nothing disturb your business
Beef is only good when you in the burger business
So I chilled, but loaded up the steal
Like I wish a nigga would, But I know a nigga will
But for real you loaded up to kill
Cause soon as a nigga could the sooner a nigga will
And I don't owe these niggas nothing
I'm here to shake up the world...
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto
I'm somethin' like a phenomenom,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma',
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under the doo-rag thick three sixty,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,
I said Okay!
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck
D-d-d-d-dammit man,
I'm in a throwback so old,
It'll make your grandma glance,
And everybody know, everybody go,
So please, call the stretch ambulance,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
When I pull up like the pamper brand,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a madame from France,
With a ass so big,
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants,
Who else be in New York,
With Miami tans,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
I'm sure this hammer can,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
F-A-B, you preferably,
Don't wanna F wit me,
Please believe it,
I'm definately, as responsible,
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be,
Believe it please
I'm introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double duces to rent a benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed,
Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Not one of the Jesuses got lemon gems?
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
I prove letting loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Half my roots is Dominican,
Faboloso mi gusto le bengamins,
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him,
Turn to stones like medusa got a glimpse of them,
But right now you can lie and gossip too,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
And right now you can try to prosecute,
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be down
And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now
Although there was a time I would barely see fowls
But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now
Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now
Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now
That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now
And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds
I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now
Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round
Everybody staring unnecessarily now
But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today your dream come true
You need me and I need you
Lovin' us is very special
Lovin' life and life and livin'
Your very special
Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint
But since ya'll watches look like its movement
I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint
Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent
100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint
Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints
I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance
But ya'll gotta peep this rookie's improvement
I tip it with you and
Cause most dudes was doin' verses for a few dollars and a hook for a few cents
All I do is try to teach and look to influence
But it look like the students are playin' hooky, and truin'
And some say that we lookin' like new gents
But money talks, and it don't look like ya'll fluent
And ya'll done seen how this young'n look in the new pints
But it's my life and you can't look in the new tints
Uh, If I could say so myself, I came a long way
Even though I feel like the same old John J.
Nothin' change, when I aim, I'm gonna spray
When I eat, I order the same old entree
When I ride, I let the same old songs play
And when I work, I do the same old long days
From bein' Fab, to looked at by dames the wrong way
They know where we came, from the name they call me
I already know what these lames is gonna say
And I already seen what games they gonna play
Fuck with family, don't say the name the wrong way
And when you die, ya'll crackers gonna blame it on strays
Cause love is life, and life is livin'
Your very special
Me and Fab are very special
[Intro: Fabolous]
Aye man, some kids gon be runnin around somebody house after this one
They gon make babies to this
I mean it feels good
Oh yeah, the song too,
It feels good too
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love
I told her let's stay home, she was with it,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love, makin' love
[Fabolous:]
June 22nd, think I came in 20 seconds,
I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked
To the pace of the bass and this cash money record,
She just drop, drop, drop, damn you manny fresh
But I got my thing together, told her she could bring whateva,
Get some green, we could puff, get the cream, get the cuffs
Baby even when I'm gentle, it might seem like it's rough,
But if neighbors ain't complaining, you ain't screaming enough
And yeah they might hear as I'm slappin' to the jewel,
She said baby right there, do it rapid, do it smooth
I said baby, right where? Kept tappin to the groove,
She said nigga right there, I'ma slap you if you move
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love
I told her let's stay home, she was with it,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love, makin' love
[Fabolous:]
You can't forget the feeling when you staring at the ceiling,
And you can't catch your breath, you just laying there chilling
Like 1 and then the 2, 2 and then the 3, 3 and then the 4,
Damn I want some more
So I slam her to the floor, set the camera to record,
Throw them legs up in the air, just like Lamborghini doors
See we might have had some problems with the stamina before,
I'm no amateur, I'm sure I could ram into you sore
But I ain't tryna hurt ya,
I'm just trying to nurture
Them niggas just flirt to hit it and then hurt ya,
What I'm throwin dirt for? I'm trying to alert ya
But fuck that, lay it down, let a nigga work ya
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love
I told her let's stay home, she was with it,
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin' love, makin' love
[Ne-Yo:]
Till you tell me that you had enough,
I'ma slow it down and I'ma speed it up
And I will not stop,
Do it to you like a dude that ain't got no job
I ain't got nowhere to be, so I don't gotta leave,
Get the itis in the sheets, I'ma eat and go to sleep
Then we wake up and repeat, everything you do to me,
I'ma turn and do to you
And then I'ma black and blue that thing, dance for me
I love the way you move that thing, so nasty
I look and I say, "Ooh that thing"
Make me wanna sing a song, anybody ever seen a,
Make 'em wanna sing along
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
So listen baby, I'll be there in a minute
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin love
I told her let's stay home, she was with it
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed,
Tonight we makin love, makin love
[Fabolous:]
Yeah so I called baby girl up like,
Aye man, I'm finna come through there
She like for what? You ain't gon get none
I said I'm not coming to get none, I'm coming to get some
She said you ain't gon get none unless you make love to me
Timbo.
Hey, Ne-Yo.
Say what? Lo-So.
Hey, hey.
I'm a movement by myself.
But I'm a force when we're together.
Mami I'm good all by myself.
But baby you, you make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You plus me, it equals better math.
Ya boy a good look but, she my better half.
I'm already bossin', already flossin'.
But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep).
Keepin' me on my A game (what what what what).
Without havin' the same name (that that that that that).
They may flame (but but but but).
But shawty, we burn it up.
The sag in my swag, pep in my step.
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppes.
Guess it's a G thing, whenever we swing.
I'mma need Coretta Scott, if I'm gonna be King.
First thing's first, I does what I do.
But everything I am, she's my influ.
I'm already boss, I'm already fly.
But if I'm a star, she is the sky (ah ah ah).
And when I feel like I'm on top (she she she).
She give me reason to not stop (eh eh eh eh eh).
And though I'm hot (too too too).
Together we burn it up.
The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice.
When shawty come around, I clean up nice.
Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin.
Whoever don't like it, it's that man problem (eh eh eh).
And when I feel like I'm tired (ma ma ma).
Mami be takin' me higher (ah ah ah ah ah).
I'm on fire (but but but).
But shawty we burn it up.
Inside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down.
And she treats me like a Don, watches for the hit.
Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with.
The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip.
Show me how to move, that's why I never trip.
And baby girl, you're so major, they should front-page ya (front page ya).
God bless the parents who made you (who made you).
Middle fingered anybody who hate the,
Way that we burn it up.
Yeah baby, them lames you playin' with.
They gon' put you down.
We tryin' to compliment you, you know?
Make it better.
Top-notch Tim.
Nice-look Ne-Yo.
Livin' good Lo-So.
They ask you how you doin' now, tell 'em better 'den them.
Let's go
And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID
And I get under nigga's skin, they should call me IV
But if you try me nigger I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets
'Cause you can't see me, close eyelids
Huh, nitey nite , I'm with a model chick
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height, body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice, catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci down to the tidy whites
Okay, it's Loso, everybody knows so
My son is the heir to the thrown, Prince Joso
So daddy need money, mummy need new true-ies
Baby needs new shoes, preferably the new Lueys
The swaggers in his jeans, he was born fly
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly
That Reggie Kush outta Southern California
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Hush little lame niggas, don't say a word
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south, I ain't want the bird
'Cause I been killin' these hoes, these niggas just drop dead
In the drop head, all we do is bop heads
To the side like Busta in the Pepsi ad
With my Columbiana mamma, yep she bad
She in the latest shoe that Giuseppe had
Blow game like the late Dizzy Gillespie had
That's some good jaw, pop quiz, good score
She call her pussy Mediene, that good raw
For you little cheap fucks, hood whores
You niggas soft in the middle, call them hood smalls
Everybody on the block going cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo
Birds poppin' out, sittin' on the hood
Check my bird droppings out, I'm shittin' on the hood
Sleepin' time, niggas
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme, niggas
It's bed time, nice
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock-a-bye, baby
Rock-a-bye, baby
[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Don't let make turn off your own switch
You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]
[VERSE]
I walk up in the spot and see tonight we have a pack house
We all in the building and its rocking like a crack house
All the sexy women wearing dresses with their backs out
My neck is usually lite up but tonight we have a blackout
Call me Tom Edison cause I'm about to light up
My head is in the cloud
Felt like it just took a flight up
They tryin to slow me down like that sizzurp in them white cups
Clear that Imma bubble like you shoke a fucking sprite up
I don't see nobody but I aint going blind tho
I don't see nobody stoppin me from mine yo
We the money game
We throw up dollar signs hoe
My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe
[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Dont let make turn off your own switch
You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]
[VERSE]
Bottles of Rosae keeps finding its way to my section
And groups of pretty bitches with them light skin complexion
Told her Imma kill it and I use magnum protection
I just slide up in it baby thats lethal injection
I'm about that money
Pussy is what a fool chase
Hoes will have you tied up
Bitch I aint no shoe lace
Smurkin in my black shades
My bbm cool face but I will fix you niggaz
You'll make me get my 2k
I don't see nobody but it aint my vision
I see I'm what it is and you are what it isnt
Lights out niggas, assume the position
With my eyes close I see there is no competition
[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Dont let make turn off your own switch
You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
[Intro: Fabolous]
Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B
Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do Me That Favor
[Verse 1:]
Now Every Whurr I Go They Like Los Is That.. Young Nigga Doin
Bigga Shit Then Mos U Cats Iif I Aint The Flyest Doin It Then Im Close 2 That
Wat It Look Like Baby Get A Close Of The Dat A Gangsta Who Hangs
Young Like A Sosa Cat N Despite Dat The Tost A Baddat "Bdaat"
Cuz Im So In Tune Wit Goin Goons Ya Chance A Tryin Me Is Like Snow In June
I Done Took Niggas Shots Wit Out Showin Woons
Im Like Wolvereen Wit A Pocket Full Of Green -N- I Glow In Roooms
My Flow's Been Groomed I See The Bigger Picture Like I Go In Zoom "Wooh"
I Mean The Wings On The Chain Needs Bowen Room Engine's Runnin
But It Aint Goin Vroooom Wen U Fly Why The Hell Would U Drive So Clear The Runway
Cuz Ma Plane Has Arrived...
[Chorus:]
"I Will Be" I Bring It Back To New York, New York Not Only N.Y.C
Im Hip Hop's Flava Fuc! Out Ma Way Plz Do Me Dat Favor
"When Loso Comes.. U Ready Wen Loso Comes"
"U Ready When Loso Comes ..Uh Huh.. Uh Huh
[Verse 2:]
They Say What It Look Like? When Im Out In The Public
I Party, I Club It ,Ya'll Like, It I Love It , Ya'll See, I Be It
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah
Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do
Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas
Fab's livin' la vida loca
Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3
When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the fuck wanna beef
My Fendi knits be
so you can't see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
"Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop"
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top
You niggas know where my heat stay at
I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at
C'mon
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta
Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover
Now I lose V Money and C Lo
And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino
I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes
Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the Beamer
When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive
Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight
When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)
y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin
And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor
Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now
Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now
If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
[Jeremih]
(Sighs)
Go hard, today
(Fabolous) The past is the past, you know
Can't worry the past cause that ye-sterday
(Fabulous) It's a new day bro
Ima put it on the line cause it's my time
(Fabulous) My day, gotta do it now
Hey hey hey heey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it�s my time (hey)
My time (hey), my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say, c'mon
My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah)
If you're with me let me hear you say
My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
[Fabolous]
Guess what time it is?
My, my, my time
You can check your I phone
Bet it say it's iTime
I don't even need a watch
I don't even see a clock
Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o'clock (Nice)
Yeah, me a clock every time I check
Niggas don't measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex(Damn)
I'ma do it bigger than a 5 X
Can't ride with an L, so I don't drive Lex
Game so bickery
So full of trickery
Nursery rhyming, hickory-dickory
Blowing that sour, the hood call it pickle-ry
Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory (Yes)
[Chorus]
[Jeremih]
Go hard today
Can't worry the past cause that ye-sterday
I'ma put it on the line cause it's my time
Hey, hey, hey, heey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey), my time (hey)
If you're with me let me hear you say (come on)
My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah)
Oh, it's my time
[Fabolous]
My time is more like fly time
Don't call it gettin dressed, call it in a sky time
If you aint a pilot, you probably couldn't style it
Unless you was a stewardess, you won't know what to do with this
First I take the time out
Then I put the time in
Money aint everything, it's more about the timing
So I got the Audemar
Flawless diamonds
In other words that's called perfect timing
I feel like I'm favored
I feel like a savior
They clockin my neck, I feel like I'm Flava
I go so hard
Loso god-damn
Street Fi-di-di-di-dam
[Chorus]
[Jeremih]
'09, all mine
It's been a few years now it seem bout time
You know I got committed with it since I been up in the zone
Sign the dotted liiiine now its on
So ya'll better check your wrist piece
Why? Cause its time to make history
Since I been here up on this here street
Howda, howda, howda hell you gon' evict me?
You know I'm here stay, never clockin' out
Big bottles we poppin now
No telling when we stopping now
And I represent the Chic-A-G-O
On the track with F-A-B-O
You know we
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the fans
love the way I finger roll it with either hand
my handles pull it through presses plus I can play the lane
and block shots like bulletproof vestes
I often be found in the paint waiting for I miss
so I can slam it back off the rebound
then I show off with class
look the other way when I throw off a pass
call it when I go off the glass
hope ya'll play better "D"
or I'ma keep scoring until the coach hold his hands like the letter "T"
When I put pressure on the ball they be feeling on lock
remind 'em of a jewel theif when I be stealing the rock
shorty over the summer you might have boosted an inch
but if you ain't ballin like me get used to the bench
and everybody know I does my thing
and play hard 'til the buzzer ring, yeah
Yeah...DJ Clue...Fabolous...Desert Storm...EA Sports...Live...2003
Baby girl, Desert Storm
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's in the 2 thou
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cuz the kids ready to tell you, how he feel in a few vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I ain't concerned with other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida, we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin'
The Drop top 3 in a quarter, we dashin'
Flawless diamonds in the water, we flashin'
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slippin'
These girls be thinking I'm trippin'
What kinda weed you be smokin'
What typa drinks you be sippin'
Sweet thing
Just to think of you dippin'
Would have me with the blue, so hard
You would think I was crippin'
Now you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So, you don't worry about maxing, when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I don't wanna trip, but truth is, girl, the way you cook a stake
Remind me of them trips to Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is ruthless
So, sit on chrome, dipped up deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary NVS, dipped tay seusses
Other ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda number's impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa being painted
Just so we can get really acquainted
The love is real, there's no way it can feel like it's tainted
But, I can't really explain it, yeah
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
So into you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood
I'm always close to..
Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er
No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats
You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat
Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays
They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean
Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never let the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood)
Ain't no diplomas or degrees
But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood)
I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience
I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle
And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you
That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood
We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood)
Any nigga that boast be getting got
And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got
And young niggaz be like they slow
But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro
If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid
But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS
No Sesame Street, kids watch BET
Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds
They telling me to vote..and I would
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping, saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Yeah, feeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks can kill then my style might bother ya
That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudia
Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
Watch what he say to her, ya think
I can hold my head high or die
Or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Yaa, who are you to tell me how to conduct myself?
Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself?
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health
I coulda told you that, ya I coulda told you that
Picture me now I'm fly, where is them exposures at?
Right here on my lap, that's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cocked, I'm so cool
That if go to hell all I'll need is my sunblock
Nigga, hold your head high and die, or live and duck
My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuck
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
I mean let's be honest, ya never liked a nigga
Trying to lesbian this so I kept the strap on
Clap off clap on, lights out like flights out
You could be departed, never me who started
I Lambo gallard it, I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless, I'm tin man, heartless
No love hate, son, looking for love get a show on VH1
Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck
The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it
(I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
(Drop)
Drop
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rollz out
Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoez out
Fabolous the one from the Menatti Mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed
If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for
?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s
That'z gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh
Niggaz want it, now they get it
Bitches on it, now they wit it
Flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and bb kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that'z grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order
Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for
New York is gettin money
VA is gettin money
L.A. is gettin money
Fabolous is gettin money
Fabolous so cool I could play texas
In avirex's light gray Lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat
Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a Lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
That's me
The motherfuckin man, 'Lo-so
Due to the present in your past
In present where your man bitch?
Yes, I'm the man, yes shorty I'm the man
I'm so fly there's no tellin when I'ma land
You tryin to come up on somethin mami I'm the player
So play the cards you was dealt baby I'm the hand
Young Denzel, I'm the inside man
They open they legs to let me inside man
I work the middle, call it an inside job
The hey mon, I got ten side jobs
The boss man, the ice man and weatherman
The weed man for Redman and Method Man
The dope man, the gun man, the mailman
The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman
Used to spread the white shit like hail man
And I moved more bags than the bellman
Now I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
If you ain't get the message let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!)
Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww man~! There go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
[Fabolous:]
Guess who nigga
L-O-S-O-
Hey Clue you fuckin' with one of the best in the business man
Yeah
Street Fiddadidadam
[Chrous: Fabolous]
Look at me
Everybody look at me
I'm a G
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
Can't you see
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
I'm a G
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
Can't you see
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I pull the chrome out with precaution
Before things get blown out of proportion (chill)
You know me I ain't grown out of the flossin'
I'm still chromed out in the Porsche and
Sick stones out in the cross and
Before I known bout an endorsement
I was pushin' stones out up in Boston
Then the folks phoned out to enforcement
Man gettin the case thrown I was exhausted
So now I just lay back
Maybach relax
These niggas cant make what I pay back in tax
Double Header hos they play back to back
And this hip hop they spray back on tracks
But me
[Chrous: Fabolous]
Look at me
Everybody look at me
I'm a G
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
Can't you see
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
I'm a G
I'm a motherfuckin' G
Look at me
Everybody look at me
Can't you see
I'm a motherfuckin' G
[Fabolous:]
Word up man
Street Family, Desert Storm
Real Gs over here man
Clue what up?
All these niggas sayin' they on some G shit
These niggas out here on some ho shit man
Talkin' 'bout niggas and shit
I know I'm doin' good right?
You got these faggot ass niggas hatin' on you
You laughin' all the way to the bank man
New album comin' too man
Ya'll niggas get ready
You'll see what type of shit i'm on
About to get real funny style in a minute man
Uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah haha
I beep my horn and they come to the car
Damn right, they come to a stall
That's right, it come with the car
Now tell your boss, you cant come in tomorr
My dro come by the jar
They bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
Nah nigga I ain't come here to spar
These hallow tips will come where you are
I stomp through smooth with the soldiers
Two steppin and movin my shoulders
Now the money's rollin in
We got bottles lined up like bowlin pins
Mami, you standin with a slouch
Starin at me, while I'm standin on the couch
Come and get in the blue flames
Have a sip of this blue shit and lets rock!
Now you know I don't usually do this
But you lookin good tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon smoke tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon drink tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon fuck tonight
Now.. Who's hot? Who's not?
I can take the few shots you've got
I can burn a few knots you've got
I can blow the few spots you've got
But, I chill, I will
Get it to poppin whenever I feel
I still shut it down
And I white and yellow stud it down
Watch them pretty girls strut it 'round
Take the birdies and putt it down
Like Tiger Woods did it, but I'm hood with it
You've never seen a thug look as good with it
And I promise that
Fuck with me, you better move where 'sama's at
You see I'm in here with the white ones on
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
[Verse 1]
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials aquit those
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 2]
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pot too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 3]
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the bulls
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio
Yo...Baby Girl where you at ?
Right here...Right here...right here baby
Here's another one
You need to holla at somebody real such as myself
Wont nobody do as much as myself
And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself
For a pretty girl as such as yaself
Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself
And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself
But I... make the time when I have to
Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women
Theres some who be willing and skimming
And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in
They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens
But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now
Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous
Others pass diseases that you can catch now
But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world
And.. i dont wanna live in it alone
Come on
Ill give you all my love
And you can always trust
My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never)
Ill never leave (no..no..no)
Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me
So holla at somebody real (cuz i)
Cuz im so real
(real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92
(awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you
And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you
The fake may try to blind you
Thats why I stay fly like I do
And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to
First I need a girl that may die as my boo
Then I may try the I do's
But..I refuse to be trick
Or used by a chick
Who gets amusement of kicks
Out of abusing my dick
When its real im all in it
But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it
(noooo) before it didn't matter who
Now I look for some with a little attitude
I could chitter chatter to.. good looking
But witty and compatible
Long hair wit a fatty too
And that'll do
No im not trying to pressure you
But my loves to incredible
For to waste
In front of your face
Then I give you something you can feel
To let you know your hollering at somebody real
I need to holla at somebody real could that be you
The feelings that I feel could that be true
Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo
But Im the kinda cat that strays away
Thats til somebody real sways my way
Then I might spend soem days aways
On a asia bay
Eating food made the cajun way
And sippin a lil saki
Blowin a lil brocoli
But this world is full of fluzi's
And bullshit usually
I pull im choosy
And on this joint and at this point
I know I need to holla at somebody real
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year
When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
It's like Bugs up in here
Like Thugs up in here
Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air
HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there
See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear
Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear
Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
Even dykes tug on my gear
The way I like strud up in here
Look at the nice smuds that I wear
Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin
The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin?
I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya
18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines
And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina
Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite
Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite
Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite
Ladies (Hey)
Niggas (Ho)
Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it
You like the way the drop I got is kitted
Cops can't spot who is it
You wanna stop and jot ya digits
Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it
The top the watch is glitted
Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it
Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds
I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted
I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed
Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it
Move ya neck, rock from side to side
Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side
This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride
We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five
Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis)
You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks?
Yall hardly see I be 'round
But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge
I get in the club, I dont need ID now
Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound
Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down
Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned
Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down
I know she gettin right- HEY
Ladies tug me when I strut
So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut
Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin
But I stay schemin like, "Shortie could get it"
Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin
They like "Damn, Shortie could get it"
And I may be crazy
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
The First Rhe First The First
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This
The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You
Wooh... I Think Everybody Remember The First Time
I Do, Its Irresistable, Its Unstoppable
Guess Who, First Time Fab
Sound Like You Hear Me For The First Time Again Baby (Haha)
My First Time Checkin You, Only Took A Second To
Start Inspectin You, Without Disrespectin You
Wasn't Inspectin You, To Say It Was Affectin You
What You Wearin Got Me Starin Like You Butt Naked Boo
It May Seem, Like I Dont Even Reckon You
But I Day Dream, About Kissin On The Neck Of You
Style Is Impeccable, Smile Is Incredible
Ain't Nothin' Like Ya, And Baby I Done Met A Few You
The Way I Feel Its Almost Like Crush (Crushh)
My Heart Beats Faster Its Almost Like A Rush (Rushh)
And Thats Just When You In A In A Room
I Could Tell When You Round By The Scent Of Ya Perfume
I See Why They Put These R&B; Songs Together
I Feel Like Mariah "We Belong Together"
Its My Pleasure, I Treasure, That I Met Ya
Bet Ya I Could Get Ya On The First Time
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This
The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You
Now I Rememba Datin The First Time Was Intimidatin No Rush Doe I Spend Da Hol Nov.
Waitin Come On.. Look At The Patience Dat Im Demonstratin Afta A Week Or 2 I Usally
Start Eliminatin But We Got Thru Da Convo On Da Phone Now We Finally Chillin On A
Condo All Alone I Tried To Be Expressive With Out Bein Aggressive Jus Being
Suggestive A Lil More Impressive And Im A Good Playa I Listen To Da Coach He Sho Me
Da Play Book And Said Dis Is Da Approach If U Ever Wanna Score Cuz Some Players
Rush They Shots Dats Why Dey Neva On Da Floor N Dats Y We Both Feelin
Comfortable Like Long Time Friends Only Been A Month R 2 I Got Moves And I No When
2 Make Em But I Only Give Em If I Knou Could Take Em (Uh Oh)
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This
The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You
Now Before Da First Time We Layed Down In Da Bed U Aint Know Da Kinna Thing Dat
Playd Around In My Head I Aint Play Around Wen I Said U Gun Member Dis Might Even
Turn Ya Self On Wen U Remenice Our First Time We Were Like Virgins With
Expirence A Lil Shy But I Urged U To Expierement Things Got Weta (Oh) I Mean Betta
(Oh) Im Gettin Numb Im A Bout Ccccome On Now Not Yet Boo Slo Down We Jus Stepped
In Da Ring Need A Few Mo Rounds Dats Da First Time It Felt Like Dat Now U Kno Why
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly
We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your lungs stop, breathe easy
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
Intro:
Aye my nigga, do me a favor. (What's that my nigga?)
If u happen to bump into the streets
Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that.)
I appreciate that (My nigga)
Na nana na, nana nana na (4x)
Chorus:
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Verse 1:
Hey hey hey hey
I take it in
I blow it out
On the courthouse steps after they throw it out
Bentley waitin by the curb, I spurr it out
Doors don't open they self, the chauffeur get out
My exhale made ayething a foggy blur
I make my way thru the reporters and photographers
I take my lady's hand, I shake my attorney's
Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey
Told the driver hold off before we pushed out
I let my window down and out comes a kush cloud
Any last words?
Justice has been served
Now back to the streets that's what the hustlers deserve
Chorus:
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Verse 2:
Hey hey hey hey
I ain't lose a step
I ain't miss a beat
Thugs have emotions, we miss the streets
We kiss the heat
We love the block
We rubberband the money, we black glove the glock
I'm screamin free at last, free at last
She used to send me pictures so I could see that ass
That's real talk, that's a real bitch
Fly as I left, the minx still fit
They know my name but in case they didn't know so
Appear in a casket courtesy of Loso
So, you should have your shit packed
Im'ma need ya to not be here when I get back
Chorus:
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Verse 3:
Hey hey hey hey
Aye daddy's home after a long day
I'm from the hood, I came a long way
But I ain't goin back, I'm just visitin
I hear the streets talkin, I'm just listenin
If they ain't talkin money, I'm out my business then
If dying what it is, then what is it then?
I'm out here grizzyin, swizzyin
It's me bitches, sittin in a phantom
Got the streets back but I didn't pay the ransom
My father who fathered you treat you like my grandson
I came back for it like I left it nigga
You try me you get more than a Efa F it nigga
Chorus:
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game
Like it’s designed in their favor
Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver
Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name
To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you
Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there’s no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas
This nation thrives off misery niggas
So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth
Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them
See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch
It’s my brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
Cuz we refused to do the knowledge
Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick up a book or something
Or fuck it, Black Ice will put it in a hook or something
Hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it
Same shit different day just riding through the city looking prettiest as usual
It's the same old thang got the name on the chain just to let them know who's who
And they know I've over here so they come and find me right after they lose you
For you niggas in the way we can let the guns say "excuse you"
At the end of the day we just trying find our way and I might be a come up
And baby you hitch a ride but you gotta know how to do more than how to keep a thump up
It's so incredible that it ain't edible but they know the cake's real
Yo I couldn't even say ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel
[CHORUS]
Everyday is my day I'ma do it my way everyday
Everything about me, what they love about me everything
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby
And everybody's cool, but y'all just ain't me
Somebody better tell em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby
See we be everywhere, and they ain't never there, couldn't tell you where they be
And you already know you ain't gotta ask me you can see that everything is up
And I'm so bout my money you ain't talking about no money you ain't even gotta bring it up
And I hope you don't think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger up
I just stay sucker-free, leave the lames where they be, and I let my chips pringle up
Everybody calm down, there's enough to go around, you just gotta say how much you want
Don't know what you're looking for, unless it's a problem, I promise this ain't what you want
[CHORUS]
Everyday is my day I'ma do it my way everyday
Everything about me, what they love about me everything
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby
And everybody's cool but y'all just ain't me
Can you do me this favor, answer this question, y'all gon try who
See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hating'll be by you
And I appreciate the love, thank the man above cause a nigga feel so blessed
And I ain't gonna stop, better get them red bulls, I don't give these haters no rest
[CHORUS]
Everyday is my day I'ma do it my way everyday
Everything about me, what they love about me everything
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Damn ma
I love you like a lie
I get a rush from your touch, sort of like a high
I used to adore your presence but now I'm like goodbye
Kept it a hundred with you... what give you the right to lie?
We in two different spaces, and you done turned gemini
Completely changed faces
You wouldn't understand even if we trade places
You'll never find another me, face it!
[Broadway]
My life ain't sweet
I don't know who told you that?
My shoes, might want to tiptoe in that
Walk slow with that
I'm the same, ain't changed
But the hate where home is at
Got me like damn, where my homies at?
Fuck it, it's just me
Can't hold me back
You just can't bite the hand that feeds you
Especially when the hand's illegal
I got you cold
Consider it a lesson learned
I'm guessing it was just my turn
To learn the hard way
You can't always trust the ones you love
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too...
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry, I must have you confused
[Verse 2 - fabolous]
You got to take the good with the bad
Love what you got, remember what you had
Always forgive but never forget
Learn from mistakes, but never regret
I feel like it's coming it just ain't never done yet
You wanna take off, go head rev up the jet
Ain't gotta act like our paths should had never met
Let's be happy apart instead of together upset
I got the least out of something I put the most into
It's fucked up when assholes are who we toasting to
You remind me of somebody that I used to know
Me and that other you, weren't introduced before
And I don't like that bitch
We go from belly
I don't like that shit
Who's gonna fill your space
That's still a case
Ben franks the only familiar face
Get money
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry I must have you confused
Cause that can't be love
You took advantage of a good thing
And that ain't a good thing
Take it how you want
[Verse 3]
I guess she forgot how I used to hold her
The nights she was goin through it
Crying on my shoulder
And did a 360 it's like she got colder
I'm starting to regret all the things that I showed her
But I'm a rider
She used to be my roller
I guess the general just lost his best soldier
I thought I felt some type of bond and got close to her
She mean to me more
Cuz ya boy a ghost to her
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah mmm ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out.
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
The NFL must think I'm a damn fool
Every time I touch down, I bust a dance move
They use to have a movement, now they can't move
Used to be on that glizzy like van couv
Bout' to make em'? move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain't true
Say you get this money, I'm no snitch I can't tell
Call me MC Hammer, name a bitch that I ain't nail
Can't touch this, you know that you can't touch this
All black jewelry, now that shit do it justice
Stand back while I bust this, you look like you does this
Come and rub my hair girl, teach me how to Douglas.
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move.
Yeah lot of strong
All up in they v.I
Smokin' on what seems to be loud
I'm lookin' like Mr. Miya
Lot of shones
Nigga can't you tell that we high?
And before I leave, I'll peace out
Let me see that camel, 3 times
Slight work though, nightwork though, my girl don't
Y'all girl go where my girl go and you her alone.
2 nights, made a hundred grand
Pair of Nikes like one to ten
It was hustle time and y'all walked it out
When the money right, y'all runnin' man
Pullin up the whole?
Geechin' out with no cataract
If you could understand what this watch cost
You would understand why I try and adapt
Me and him cannot shake hands, why trap when I'm a free man?
You so a loss, you a robot, who done told y'all niggas to break dance?
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like
Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the drop top two seater
Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool
yourself if you try to deny him
I'm nothin like them other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta
mami you'll be in saint tropez
ridin jet skis and mopeds
powderin like dope heads
paparazzi snappin pictures they must think you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!)
(ha-ha) lets roast some spinach
find a club and just post up in it
what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes
(ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
with white vanilla studs
cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these girls just might go tell the judge (i rest my case)
you could be prancin thru ghettos
in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos
all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
whos as handsome as ghetto
this mans earings look transparent
and my Mitchell and Ness throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents
I want the kind of money athletes consume
I have to assume
I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room
(oooh) I'm so sick i drive in reverse fast
call me a nurse fast
shorty just lay back in the Maybach it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class
(Relax)
They ask for it
so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin
as long as the earth spins
and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
(cowabunga) ya low ridin denims
look like midgets is hidin in em
they say I like it from the front they like it from the back but when the kid is slidin in em
they be screamin'
the biggest dikes be
switchin for dudes with figures like me
and um im not braggin, but imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me
D.J Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
(uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
whachu bout to witness
F A B O L O U S
(O L O U S!)
Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh)
the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo)
Come on man!!
My gun go click and spark
Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son those slick remarks, gon' get you
Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
Ya walk through my p's and karats
Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip
And strap the beam underneath
When I ride through, ya dont see no lid
I put snipers on the roof like Nino did
All it takes is some c-note slid
To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid
I dont scream it in a rough tone
I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs
Every hustler on this planet (?)
Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga
uh, yea
F A B, O L O U S
yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh
These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid
I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
Who else can it be spellin it at them
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Homie, I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But this clip on the 16
You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!)
I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
The way you shakin' that ass (No, no, no)
Now there's nothin' in this world that I can't get ya
I can't sweat ya, but I can't let ya
Don't get carried away, I just met ya
Or you can get carried away on that stretcher
And you respect this gangster
When you lookin' at this big diamonds and the
necklace, ain't ya?
Checking the 22s on the Lexus ain't ya?
Peepin' at them black air mex's ain't ya?
Friends would say I'm gassin' ya
Cause there ain't enough room in the coupe for more passengers
But while they feedin' and hatin'
We be leanin' and escapin'
Keep these beats circulating, but you mean I be thinking
Shorty's, a little bit too hype
But if a nigga give her anything
It will be the pipe, and it will be alright
Cause you know the kid will be the type
And do it like Lewinsky, beeyatch!
Homie, I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But this clip on the 16
You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!)
I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But you lookin' so good
And that's just why I can't let them (No)
You will never step out of line and come out your face
Cause you don't want to see these guns come out the waist
It'll be weeks before your neck come out the brace
Months before the verdict come out the case
When I'm there, the hypno come out the case
Hip hop pops wait for me to come out the place
But you know whenever fellas go through
I'm in the platinum and yellow gold too
I'll always get them girls do the kinky things
When they see the size of the pinky ring
It looks like a bracelet on my finger
Wedding ring in my ear
Earrings on my neck, yeah what you expect
Nigga, I'm something like a pimp
Something about the limp
Before something like I'm pimp
Instead I'm something like a pimp
Cause every thirty days I'm pulling up with something with a tint
And I know something that you don't know
Can't nobody stop my nine
Can't nobody stop my shine
Can't nobody stop my grind
And I know something that you don't know
Can't nobody stop my flow
Can't nobody stop my glow
Can't nobody stop my dough
Uh oh, you might see me in Brooklyn
My heed is homie if you ever see me in Brooklyn
Cause my hat is on the top down when I go back
My bulletproof vest on under the throwback
I don't see no other platinum rappers doing good like me in the hood like me
But keep it in the stat for when they pull the rover
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put on show's to get ovations.
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put some on your neck to thank ya
Shes my pinch hitta
When the startin lineup aint playin right
I come off the bench wit her
It might sound like im gassin ya
But it takes time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey's
A little bit uptight
Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight
But i said it'll be alright (come on)
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong.
But i can't let ya go
Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
Already got a wife (got a wife)
Can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let ya go
You aint ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So i made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, i'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So i cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly ring
Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things
I aint gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm your man while on Springer.
At first you were somethin i denied
Something I would slide
Just do somethin in the ride
But shorty
Theres something that you provide
Cause the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know.
Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She wont care if im a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the car celly
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly
You know I care for you
Anytime this chick is there for you
Feelings im'ma share wit you
[Repeat x2:]
Shout out to my enemies
shout out my competitors
shout out to my mini me’s, I hope you do better bruh
better me better you etc etc
shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya
big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
bigging y’all up should make you feel a little bigger
big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas
uhh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
bitches say we are the best
so mommy in my jeans PRPS
yeah street fidda didda gang
yeah @ you like a Twitter name
same place I see em, same place they chalk em out
we speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout
[Chorus]
holla at your homie, holla at your dogg
looking for the competition holla at the morgue
once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
[Verse 2]
Shout out to the groupies
shout out to my ex
prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex
don’t get mad at me cause I’m onto the next
all of this because I aint respond to your text
big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses
big up to the big girls y’all are so Precious
salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
uhh, but it aint fresh as Loso
monogramed out son in case you didn’t know so
flow so deadly swag too murderous
known for being nice, that don’t mean courteous
this is nothing new, Im not a beginner
I get big checks like the lottery winners
a boy dissing I, boy listen I
call you sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi
r.i.p to the competion
verse 1: fabolous
black city bitch. black black city bitch
that girl bust it like the new black city bitch
black pretty bitch selita ebanks
money talks so when i talk i be frank
yeah she blank face down ass up
toast to this real shit put your glass up
who wanna bet they keep up when i gas up
act like a safe for your ceiling put you cash up
d twizzy on the freewizzy riding to that there is no competition thrizzy
party scene i'm the black charlie sheen
you fake niggas can't even be real for halloween cause
chorus: fabolous
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
i keep cash and i got that black with me bitch [2x]
chorus: fabolous
silver emblem two black r's
who's that in the nice black car
autopsy came back the results are... cause of death? bars
got a killa flow from the llama
got a killa ho half columbiana half dominicana poke out from behind her
work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee)
black city bitch black out a old 3
california king kush black out from og
you made your death bed now lay in it
the end is here start saying it
chorus: fabolous
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
i keep cash and i got that black with me bitch [2x]
r.i.p to the competition
dj drama
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Yo if niggas don't know nothin
They know not to try me though
Yeah I like pussy, just not standing by me though
My man did 15, he came home grimey though
Hold his gun eh'day, still think he in '94
We missed him, but we caught up with his slimey hoe
Shooters ain't picky so it's Inny Minny Miney Moe
Catch a nigga by his toe
We don't play no games
But it sound like Call Of Duty when we let that P90 go
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
It's not a pretty thing so it might get ugly
It could get knifey, it might get slugly
I send the family at em I might get Pugsly
Might get Wednesday, Gomez, Cousin It
We on some can't find em, we run up on ya cousin shit
Always sayin what they does and knowin who they wasn't wit
All we tryna do is make the pieces to the puzzle fit
So we question niggas wit the gun out
The story changes, the excuses never run out
It's Summertime so we gonna make sure the heats felt
See me reach hear the clip, don't think it's a seatbelt
Think of 9mm think of .45's
I get away wit a bitch, I must let shorty drive
I tell her keep it running, honk if them people coming
I bought her a Louis bag, it's just to keep the gun in
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
I'm the substitution, I came in this game as a helpin' hand
In the post when I'm close I'm like Elton Brand
My passes go around the ball like a belt through pants
And I'm for the green yeah somethin like a Celtics fan
Me and my team came in G4 dozen seaters
Just in time, call us the buzzer beaters
It's big shot Fab, I spin like vinyl records
You could tell I want the ball in the final seconds
I keep some change on me
I'm a winner I should be in the locker room lettin 'em pour champagne on me
My hommies got a soft one, throw me in a lob one
Good on the first three, I'm Kobe on this fourth one
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
Oh man the children have seen us
We fill the arenas
The hottest tour, I wizz through'em like Gilbert Arenas
Imma ball till I fall and I'm restin in heaven
In the 60 I-L that's the best of the sevens
No games played your boy dropped through like the ????
In the passenger I'm mashin'em
Dunkin off the glass on'em
These other players with full court press harassin'em
Yeah I'm in the zone
Colors in the stones
They look, they hook'em sorta like they playbook
Thats the flagrant foul that could get you a suspension
They want me to dunk on'em just to get them some attention
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
And I'm a baller
Saw'em carryin this shit
My Suns with me like Stoudamire, Marion and Nash
Just like the Lakers during showtime
With the slow rhyme you know I'm gonna step it up during O-Time
Back like the Cavs with Lebron
Your boy be havin it on
White and gold gleam on the whole team
I spin like a mixer
Sorta like a trickster
The S-I to the X, I call'em the Sixers
I beg your pardon I should live with the guards
I spend my time point guardin'
AMX black car, nothin with the plastic
Its goes through like we cuttin to the basket lookin for the hoop
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Ending:]
Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
Guess who
Yeah, you know how we do baby
We ball till we fall baby
Street fid-id-id-id-im
Ha, yeah, 2K7
Don't even pick them controls up unless you ball till you fall babya
What it look like y'all
LOSO, F to the A-B
Street fid-id-id-id-im
Yes, yes. Let's go
Its the Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O, let's go
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain}
I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out
Nothin to scream about just back your Beemer out
Pack it up in the trunk, go back to Kima house
Cause I can play cool, but I can't play fool
There's options in break up, you ever play pool?
Better do you cause I damn sure does me
And what your buzz be is only because of me
The wifey, hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide (yup)
But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't)
Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones
Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne
Now, baby that lime with that Patron
Have me talkin crazy, it's time to come on home
Now, I talk with someone above
It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love
Don't lose someone you love though over your pride
Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side
We break up to make up at Jacob's baby
Her parents fought too, I'm the makeup baby
Wake up baby, love'll have you open though
I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show
So I just can't bet on the next hand
There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man
Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it
The next rap to show you I really been through it
Every other day I'm givin the love away
That's what your friend's sister or little brother say
If I'ma do somethin, it's the undercover way
When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way
And others may not see that we need each other
But if we on the same page we can read each other
They should learn us, instead of try to turn us
Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners - UP~!
If you love your baby then turn this up
Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup
Relax, don't be tryin to perm us up
We already straight - yesss
Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man!
Y'knahmean; ain't no WAY you can't dance on this
Uhhh, T-Pain!
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin
Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12's
You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's
I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin
Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!
Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
[verse 1: jadakiss]
chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
i don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
it be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
that's why you gotta watch niggas like b.e.t
little stupid niggas, they ain't got their g.e.d
but they'll do anything for a fee
and damn near anything for a ki
yeah, so i keep em in my rearview
you acting like you ready to die
[styles p]
be prepared to
[jadakiss]
they gonna think you had a deal with nike, i'm air you
coming through, knocking that black rob
[styles p]
i dare you, yeah
[jadakiss]
i'll send flowers to your wake
[styles p]
i'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face
[jadakiss]
i got a bunch of rocsi's and frees with me
i even gotta watch the niggas that be with me
[hook: fabolous]
gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
friends at a distance, enemies close
sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
[verse 2: fabolous]
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you keep your gun every day, i got my g.e.d
everything's believable, anything's possible
don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
you holding up your right hand on the stand
and then you put your right hand in the can
friends like that, who needs enemies?
i'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
tear your ass apart, rip the runway
i ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
that's why when i breeze past, i'm with a broad
that reminds you of free's ass at the awards
my advice? get your money, don't let it change you
and don't trust shit — even the devil was an angel
And zippin open Louis duffle bags of lootchie
Braggin loosely 'bout baggin hoochies
No logo's on the clothes but the tags say Gucci (nice)
And everybody raise your glasses
The beautiful tits, and amazing asses
Bring cigar cutters and the trace of ashes
To money burials, hideaways, and staches
Thanks to DEA's gettin slick
They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick
The lawyers, Ebanks, Sadler
Life's a bitch and I probably coulda had her
Here's to no witnesses
And playing dumb like "I dunno what this is"
Unforgetful that's why I keep my shit full
Along with alarm systems and pitbulls
Good food, still need seasoning
Gangsta POV, that's how we sees things
It's talked about with good reasoning
Over good steaks and sweet measlings
Yeah
Beef is just a entre
Put stacks on the boy like his name Andre
All the shootouts and the killings
Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villians
I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling
And two baby .9's that look cuter than some children
Cheers, blood sweat and tears
No room for emotions and fears
It's the way, nothing more to say
I make the call, we can go to war today
This is Loso's Way
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