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Fabolous, .

 

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A-L M-Z

Ma' Be Easy

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

[chorus]

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
Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami

[Chorus]

 

Make Me Better

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.

[Fabolous]
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 (they they they they they).
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.
Yes it's a G thing, whenever we swing.
I'mma need Coretta Scott, if I'm gonna be King.

[CHORUS]

[Ne-Yo]
First thing's first, I does what I do.
But everything I am, she's my IMPROVE
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.

[Fabolous]
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.

[CHORUS]

[Voices]
Beside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down.

[Fabolous]
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.

[CHORUS]

[Fabolous speaking]
Yeah baby, them lames you playin' with.
They gonna 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.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

[CHORUS]

 

Make U Mine

[Fabolous]
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

[Mike Shorey]
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'

[Fabolous]
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

[Mike Shorey]
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

[Fabolous]
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)

[Mike Shorey]
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

[Fabolous Talking]
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
You know? Haha, yeah

 

Makin' Love

[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
June 22, think I came in 20 seconds
I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked,
To the pase of the base 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 whatever
Get some green, we could puff get the cream get the cuff
Baby even when I'm gentle, it might seem like its ruff
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, imma slap you if you move

[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
Cant forget the feeling when you staring at the ceiling
And you cant 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
Im no amature I'm sure, I cold ram into your sore
But I aint trying to hurt ya
Im jus trying to nuture
Them nigga just flurt to hit it and to hurt ya
What I'm throwin dity for, I'm trying to alert ya
But fuck that lay it down, let a nigga work ya

[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Ne-Yo]
Do you tell me that you had enough
Imma slow it down and imma speed it up
And I will not stop
Do it to you like a dude that aint got no job
I aint got nowhere to be so I dont gotta leave
Get the itis in the sheets imma eat and go to sleep
Then we wake up in the b, everything you do to me
Imma turn and do to you,
And then imma black and blue that thing (dance for me)
I love the way you move that thing (so nasty)
I look and say ohh that thing
Make me wanna sing a song (anybody every seen a)
Make em wanna sing along

So listen baby ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess, dont even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
So I called baby girl up
And told her i fining to through there,
She like for want you ain't getting none
I said I ain't comin' to get none I'm coming to get some
She said you ain't going to get none unless you make love to me
I said make love what the fuck is that

 

Mo' Cars, Mo' Hoes

[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

 

Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside

[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]

 

Money Goes, Honey Stay

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 the seat 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 baqs balenciagas the ones talked about
By the fashion bloqqers, you know me imma murcielaga
In the same lime green as the air max troggers,
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 got us all about the benjis key tile phelipe chow reservations we could sleep now
Ask how much I dont allow such pull a air max out cha reptile clutch,
But who knew that the sky get cloudy I bouqht a ford range didnt think she'd be outty
Huh the games over seize my range rover feds said somebody gave my name over
Now I'm inside shes outside what should you do?
How about ridee guess nothin last foreva I thouqht we could watch these clouds pass toqetha 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 noone above ya sweet sady 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 shyt
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
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

 

Money Talks

[Intro]
I ain't even gotta say much, you know
It's the money

Familiar with pain but wanna know Joy
Money talks so you gotta raise your voice
Takin pictures in my latest gold Ro boy
My Jewels on cam, oh Boy
Undisputed Swag Champ, Flow Floyd
No L's, riding in that Rolls Royce
Or that Martin with Shawty screaming uou go boy
Smokin loud while killa rollin up more noise
You niggas playin with it but it's no toy
I'm here to milk the game not go soy
Can't give these choosey bitches no choice
Can't give these loser niggas no voice
Only let the winners speak
Money talks, better make it count when you speak
And how that broke man gon' talk when
I'm ridin like this and he Antione Walkin
Takin care of hoes, was they bad ain't the question
Sometimes a bad bitch is an even badder investment
Thirsty ass nigga, you should've had a refreshment
You moved her at to Cali, thought you had you a fresh Prince
Now go and grab me some breath mints
I be talking that shit
Have your bitch hosting at the crib
Got a section and the bottles when she walk in that bitch
Keep walkin then bitch, you and your cheap leggings
I'm the one with the change you can keep beggin
With your bum ass, shoulda changed her
Coulda had a little something in your change cup

[Hook]
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
I swear we ain't trippin I promise we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
I swear we ain't trippin I promise we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin

I got one I got two
I got three You and me
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Money talkin over here we ain't trippin
Throwing ones in the air like its singles
Chuckin dueces up and all the shots are doubles
Hitting threes we just ballin, we ain't trippin
I swear we ain't trippin, I promise we ain't trippin, yeah.

 

My Bad

[Fabolous]
Yeah, this is real talk,
I told you there was others,
Now we go to war like soldiers with each other,
I'm trying to let it go not hold you like a lover,
See I'm simply P-I-M-P,
So I gotta stable-a chicks,
Unable to pick,
A babe I can lick out,
And I be labelled a trick,
If you down you can roll and if you not you can stroll,
It's just that easy,
When F-A-B's here

Girl you got it twisted,
You already know how I get down,
Now you out here trippin',
On some shot that we already talked about,
I just want to hit it,
And you said that was cool with you,
Now you here crying to me,
Saying you want to be with a player like me,
That ain't cool

[Chorus]
My bad, didn't mean to make you fall it like that,
And I hang up, and you call me right back,
It's like you don't even know how to act, (What's going on)
My bad, baby girl we barely even friends,
I just like to smash it now and then,
Now you got me scared to hit it again,

Now I don't mean to hurt you,
But it's not like you didn't know,
From the beginning,
Now you saying that you can't stand to be without me,
Now girl you talking crazy,
I'm not trying to deal with you,
Gonna keep it real with you,
Shorty I don't want to be with you

[Chorus]
My bad, didn't mean to make you fall it like that,
And I hang up, and you call me right back, (Back)
It's like you don't even know how to act, (What's going on)
My bad, baby girl we barely even friends, (Friends)
I just like to smash it now and then,
Now you got me scared to hit it again, (Yeah)

[Fabolous]
Now you know I come through every now and then,
To see how you been couple of thou' to spend,
But you knows how it goes,
Girls act like you suppose to propose After a month,
But I choose to refuse,
I'm the kind of the man that do's what I choose,
Whenever I want,
And it's never the front,
It's just to let you know,
It's cheaper to keep her,
I'll still will let you go, girl...

I've lost my patience,
With these ultimatums,
Tryin' to lock me down like incarceration,
I don't cuff 'em when I grab 'em,
I thug them with the passion,
Still running from the last one,
They tugging on my ass clip,
I don't what it is, I'm cool on that "Might Be" tip,
I ain't Damon, I'm too young for a wife and kids,
I kick it "if we", like Vivica and 50,
Like Fab said simply, we P-I-M-P

[Chorus 2X]
My bad, didn't mean to make you fall like that,
And I hang up, and you call me right back,
It's like you don't even know how to act,
My bad, baby girl we barely even friends,
I just like to smash it now and then,
Now you got me scared to hit it again

 

My Life

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus - Mary J. Blige]
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

 

My Team Winning

Hey bro, I felt like this was only appropriate for what we're doing
My team winning
Nice!

Chorus:
Real niggers, I'm seen with 'em
Killer spark, I'm seen ..
Got a cruel Charlie Sheen with 'em
Chick stacks, my team with 'em
Make the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning

I say all the players of my team get it
Dirty money, but we clean with it
Crown on wrist, but... on blast
Can't you tell every king's with it?
I said all my girls be queens with it
Channel bag... with it
The... are groovie, the ass are movie
And I'm just behind the scenes with it
Wrong nights when I'm on mine
You ain't gonna find these online!
Tell my haters, take the numbers
It's a long line, be a long time before you get to me
But why you wait, witness me
Make history!
Why you're down, that's a mystery
and why we're up? cause we work hard
Hard work... the talent when the talent don't work hard!
Back then you had to work hard
Same thing, you just switch the hustle
Got some ... got some lawyers
Same thing, we just switch the muscle
You gotta know them... to touch you
but I don't think you want
I should have been a Kentucky...
In the game, it's how wild I...
And they look like dogs, but they ain't really..
Before I go, got a...
And the haters I just tell behave!

Chorus: (x2)
Real niggers, I'm seen with 'em
Killer spark, I'm seen ..
Got a cruel Charlie Sheen with 'em
Chick stacks, my team with 'em
Make the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning
Check the stacks, my team winning

 

My Time

[Jeremih (Sighs)]
Yea
Go hard, today
[Fabolous] The past is the past you know
Can't worry the past cause that yes-sterday
[Fabolous] It's a new day bro
Ima put it on the line cause it's my time
[Fabolous] 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, common
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time

[Fabolous]
Guess what time it is? My, my, my time
You can check your iPhone, 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
Give me a clock, Every time I check
Singers don't measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex
Damn, ima 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

[Chorus - Jeremih]
Go hard, today
Can't worry the past, cause that yes-sterday
Ima put it on tonight 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 your with me let me hear you say, common
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time

[Fabolous]
My time is more like fly time
Don't call to get dressed, call it in a sky time
If you aint a pilot, you probly 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 aint 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 favour, I feel like a savour
They clock in my neck, I feel like im flavour
I go so hard, glow so god
Dance, scream

[Chorus]

[Jeremih]
Oh now I know mine, it's been a few years
Know ive seen bout time
You know ive got committed with the system up in the zone
Sign the dotted liiiine
Now is on, so ya'll better check your wrist piece
Why 'Cause its time to make history
Just hop in here, bullets history
Howda, howda, howda hell you gonna evict me?
You know im 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

[Chorus]

 

Never Duplicated

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

[Chorus (x2)]
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

 

Never Let It Go

[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

[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]

 

Next Generation

[Hook]
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

[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
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

[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
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

[Hook]

[R.C.]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Hook]

[Fortune]
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

[Remy Martin]
Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
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
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it

[Hook]

 

Niggas Know

And you know niggaz know
But they act like they don't know
Y'knahmean like
Niggaz know
And YOU know they know
But they act like they don't know
So you act like you don't know
That you know they, that they know
But niggaz know
Hahahaha!

 

Niggaz

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

[Chorus - Joe Budden]
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

 

Not Give a Fuck

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!

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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,
But later in you gon die in the hospital

[Chorus]

 

Now Ride

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!

[Chorus]
(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 What

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

[ad-libs]
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..
Uh, uh, uhhh..

[fades out]

 

One Day

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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

One day it'll happen
That One day I'd be rappin
No
One day it could happen
One day I'd be trapped in
No

 

Only Life I Know

She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause you took out your fame in street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggers dancing right, you ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause everybody wanna be mine,
Instead of focusing on their own, dog.
But that's the only life I know.

They say a woman cancel dates 'cause she has to
And a man cancel dates 'cause he has two.
Well, I got two dates, one with destiny,
I need more, baby, don't think any less of me.
Try to joggle, slowly but came to struggle,
Sometimes I wanna hug the block, sometimes I wanna hug you.
Sometimes is about the check, sometimes is about checking that,
The nero said you gotta leave in 30 seconds, flat.
When the heat's coming even if you need someone,
Leave it in the rear view, don't look back, keep running.
Left for any passenger with the G running,
Hazard lights blinking in the beat bumping.
Air to the streets, I hear a sweet's coming,
Air to your chest so I hear a beat from it.
She fell in love with a street nigger,
Tattoo my name on her petite figure.

She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause you took out your fame in street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggers dancing right, you ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause everybody wanna be mine,
Instead of focusing on their own, dog.
But that's the only life I know.

There's always money to be made, that you can't deny,
I always made mine, never won who came to side,
I'm only human so if I don't eat I can't survive,
And mama said you're not a man if you can't provide.
The summers know a shortcut, it brings me home,
I worked so hard to get here, now it keeps me going.
By the time I get in what she made to get the old,
When I slide in bed she complain my feet be cold.
Caught in street life just like my bitch said,
I love the game, I love the hustle, just like Mitch said.
Yeah, I can leave the game, but it's they still gonna love me?
When a new nigger come they gonna stop thinking of me.
Shawty watch the hustle movie she can never get,
How they make so much money, but they never quit.
I tell her quit for what? That's the only life they know,
The street's a dirty hoe, niggers try to wife it, though.

She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause you took out your fame in street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggers dancing right, you ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause everybody wanna be mine,
Instead of focusing on their own, dog.
But that's the only life I know.

 

Outro

Yo Drama! (Yo)
It's a pleasure rockin wit'chu my nigga (you my nigga)
Don't say we didn't warn ya
Cause a lot of shit be happenin they'd be like
"Nobody told us! Where the fuck did they come from?"
I'm lettin it be known...
Street Fam is it nigga
Y'all niggaz stay tuned

 

Pachanda

[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
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

 

Pain

I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
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 a?go to hella? and felt flames
The water's to your neck and only gets deeper
Its all down hill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it, be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss, it ain't 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
Put that in a nigga will

 

Paper Touchin

[Red Cafe]
Uh, the Big Wills sittin on big wheels
Brooklyn's back, imagine how Big feel
(What else?!) Yeah I am a big deal
Tell 'em keep the change, when I break big bills
Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it
This for the hustlers, everyone should applaud it (uhh)
Get'cha camera phone, everyone should record it (ahh)
I'm the pizza man, I delivers the orders (woo)
Arm &, Ham-in-mer-ham-and-the-grits
Homey I'll cut your wrist off, put your hands on my grits
See I'll be the convict, I am fully committed
Took my shoes off and laughed, they couldn't fit it
(What else?!) If I don't do nuttin I'm a ball
Fall through your city, shut down the mall
(That all?!) I'm Tupac with it, I got the "Juice"
Soldier, but only the gangsters I salute

[Chorus: Latif]
It all started out in Brooklyn
Yeah, but the kid kept it movin
Uhh, I came along way from hustlin
Now it's worldwide paper touchin
Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin

[Red Cafe]
She's sick of that song, how it's so long
since she met a G like me
First it was Kane, then it was Big, then it was Jay
And she love the homey F-A-B, now meet me
(It's R) Flow-riffic, white flower I whip it
Spin it round and round, stand on my pivot (voila)
Keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
I seen the king soon as I got a mirror
(What else?!) Gettin fresh and lettuce be my fetish
Retired with the chip like Je-rome Bettis
I wonder, if I stacked Bread like Wonder
Would my Woman's first name be Wonder?
When it come to me they are Stevie Wonder
They can't see I, I am B.I.G.'s student
Make 'em holla it's movin
Make 'em light up and get to boozin

[Chorus]

 

Paperman

[Chorus: Neo Da Matrix]
They call me Paperman, I get that paper man
Your shorty starin homie, don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low, and you already know
Yo' bitch choosin Pimpin, that's just the way it go

[Fabolous]
They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man
He be tryin to lock her down, she tryin to 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 your circle
And work yo' money nigga just don't let yo' money work you

[Chorus - 2X]

[Fabolous]
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 dough
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 like she mine
Your hoe's to blame... you know the game
It's 'Loso Rich but if you wanna know the name I say

[Chorus - 2X]

[Fabolous]
Now I dip through strips in a whip
On 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 don't stunt the ones
We makin it rain on these hoes
I ride through slow, just hide yo' hoe
Don't let yo' girl 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 with them boys

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

Payback

[Fabolous]
Having nothin' was the worst, now it's the best of everything
They used to tell us no, now it's yes to everything
And I get high on the low, just the level things
The worst I look, probably the best you've ever seen
Yeah, so fresh, and forever clean
Produce sexy style, bein' fresh is everything
I sit yo ass down girl, sit that heavy thing
Give me that sloppy head, and make a mess of everything
If they don't see that I'm a winner, then it's their loss
I say fuck niggas, then you won't hear, pause
We work hard all day, over here boss
So every night we go ball like hair loss
From the bottom, but we end up being top notch
Thinkin' out the box where everybody hopscotch

[Hook:]
Everybody knows
How the story goes
Friends turn into foes
Seen it all before
Guess I'll take the blame
Cause you and me ain't the same
For what it's worth, nigga really can't complain

 

Phone Numbers

[Fabolous]
First off I'm a mother fucking
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
Im 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
Im 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

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

[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 theres 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 wont be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shoot 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

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

[Chorus]
I'm callin them out
I got they phone numbers [x2]
When that money callin everything gon on hold [x2]

[Fabolous]
I'm having doubts, what they really believe
Starting with these Stefan Urquelle, who really be Steve
Photoshop dont make it better, it really deceive
Long hair dont 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 dont make me money
So what yall thinkin dont count
I mean the nerve of these niggas giving me attitude
When I be serving these niggas
You rappers platter food

[Chorus x2]

 

Pimp By Blood

[Fabolous]
His daddy kept it pimpin, mami was his bottom bitch
She came back with me, I'm the one who got him rich
I'm the sperm from his sac, been confirmed from a mack
Got that good wavy shit like it's permed from the back
Gettin sick behind a desk, poppa earned from a 'llac
Slap it like a tennis player, hand turned from the back
I'm 'bout my business player, I return from the track
No Sesame Street, I just learned from "The Mack"
I don't know Bert, never met Ernie either
But I can turn a diva when a player turn and leave her
Big Bird or The Count, they ain't teach me
the big words I pronounce, it was listenin to Goldie
Ridin with my father while he listenin to oldies
He turned the music down, and this is what he told me
I'ma put you on the game to make it while on the surf
If it's worth it then you take and take it for what it's worth
Yeah

 

Po Po

[Fabolous]
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

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
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

[Cain]
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

[Nate Dogg]
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)

[Fabolous]
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

[Hook]

[Fab:] Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now
[Cop:] 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
[Cop:] 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
I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?

 

Ready

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
he ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, you're so heavy
She ready, I'm ready

[Fabolous]
I hear if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
Call you when I get there, you just get your shit wetty
Oops I mean your shit ready, can't believe I said that
Least you know where my head at, now shorty where your head at
She gon' dive in head first, school me like the board of ed
She do it then we do it so she can say she thought ahead
Laid up in that all day, can't get out that waterbed
Talk nasty for ya boy, silent treatment for the feds
No cup for the thirsty, she bad as controversy
Skin-tone like Hershey, body Lord have mercy
Yeah if this thing were a car, it'd be a Lamborghini Mercy
Maybe I'm too fast, girl say she

[Chorus]

 

Real Playa Like

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus: Fabolous (Lloyd)]
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)

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
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

[Lloyd]
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...

[Fabolous]
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
Let the world know we back and we focused~!

[Chorus]

 

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

[Hook 2X]
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

 

Realy Tho

Yeah
I'm just speaking for myself
And the real niggas like me

[Hook:]
If you ain't with a real nigga, then who are you with?
How you ride doesn't matter what kind of car you get?
I love my real bitches, fuck 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

Me and my niggas talkin' shit 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 niggas in? I need to see ID
Real real real re really tho
These lames never paid attention so they really owe
I know some R&B bitches that can really blow
Turkey burgers and hot chocolate, really ho?
When shit 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]

 

Renegade

[Intro - Fabolous]
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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!

[Outro - Paul Cain]
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
Stop "Street Dreamin"

 

Respect

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?

[Chorus]
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 news

 

Return of the Hustle

[Fabolous]
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!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
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!

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus - repeat 2X

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus - repeat 2X

[Swizz Beatz]
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air [2X]
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up [2X]
LADIES~! Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR [2X]
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't need that dough
Nigga you don't need that dough...

 

Ride For This

[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
Im 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 the ?? or the law show up
Im 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 2 stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh

[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
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 at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at

[Fabolous]
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 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 dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment
Im 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)

[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
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 at get high to this
Where ya'll at

 

Riesling & Rolling Papers

This is why they fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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
Let's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J

 

Right Now & Later on

[Timbaland]
Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
[Fabolous]
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous

[Fabolous]
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?

[Chorus]
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?)

[Chorus]

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!"

[Chorus]

[Timbaland talking]
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, we out

 

Round & Round

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

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
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!)

[Fabolous]
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?

 

Salute

[Fabolous]
First off I'm a mother fucking
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
Im 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
Im 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

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

[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 theres 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 wont be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shoot 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

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

 

Say Hello

[Chorus]
Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
You can't get a good look from a bad eye
It's like wearin a good suit with a bad tie
And I ain't do shit, just imagine had I
Say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
You can't get a good look from a bad eye
It's like wearin a good suit with a bad tie
And I ain't do shit, just imagine had I
I, I, I

Fuck I need with another chain?
My nigga Raj just seen his brother slain
I'm tryin to feel the brother pain
Cause I know it's no way I could get another Caine
Bad thoughts be on a brother brain
I'ma ride, I'm just in another lane
Can't stand to see my mother strained
Or stressed over all the bullshits of the game
So, I'm with dark-skinned Lorraine
Parked in the Range, sparks in my chains
Yeah, I've been marked in the fame
That's why the lenses are dark in my frames
Tryin to clean dirt marks from my name
I ignore remarks from your lames
I know Brooklyn got my back
My rearview's the only way that I am lookin back
To hello, uh, say hello, uh
To L.O., uh, to L.O.S.O.

[Chorus]

I think my girl gon' have to find another nigga
I'm tryin to tell her I am not that other nigga (that's not me)
When I met her she was with another nigga
She must still think that I'm the other nigga (damn!)
Before her head got bigger
Before that shit we was Beyonce and Jigga (I mean it looked that good)
I can't complain and say that she a gold digger (nah)
But like 'Ye said, she ain't fuckin with broke niggaz (nah)
But tell me have you ever lost somethin nigga?
It's like the stage coach turned into a pumpkin
She be tryin to judge me, without a gavel and a robe
But she ain't been nowhere and I done been around the globe
They see me ridin young cold
And the diamonds in my lobes, shine brighter than strobes
... then again
My swag kicks in, that's when the bad guy begins
Say hello, uh, say hello, uh
To L.O., uh, to L.O.S.O.

[Chorus - fades out]

 

She Did It

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, fuck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it

Do what I say, fuck what Simon says
Club Rolex, you know what time it is
Is this the Players Club? Cause shorty fine as Diamond is
Ass fat, hair long as Pocahontas'
My whole circle shining like a diamond Bezz
We making money, them niggas making promises
They business minded, but they in the wrong line of biz
Cause they busy minding mine instead of minding theirs
I got some medicine that should clear up sinuses
Got some Ciroc, you know what kind it is
She said, "It's yours babe, let's see how mine it is"
Let me test that head out, I wouldn't mind a quiz

[Hook]

 

Sickalicious

[Fabolous]
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!

[Missy Elliott]
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!)

[Fabolous]
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!)

[Missy Elliott]
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

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
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
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main

[Chorus]

 

Sicker Than Yo Average

[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous]
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

 

Slow Down

[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]

[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 mindaif 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
Baby for real You need to Slow it on Slow it on Down.

 

So NY

[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

[Hook]

 

Soft

I sold that brick soft , this YSL so soft
My girl ass so soft, these Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft, my AK for assaults
I'm sipping this sauce, my dick won't stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say 'boss'
You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft

My car seats so soft, your army so soft
Real nigga and she like me 'cause I make sure she get off
These niggas claiming they winning but when I'm around they lost
I'm in a new car, four door, double R logo
Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro
You pussies know that I'm no joke, how you want it? 4-O?
Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow, blow
Still ducking the po-po, I make her come back like a yo-yo
I'm like Ice-T with that white girl, still getting money off Coco
Still flyer than all y'all, shit tell me something I don't know
Got a bad bitch bouncing on my stick like a pogo, screaming YOLO
My diamonds be shining, like a snow cone, I'm so froze
Far as that dough goes I'm Russell Simmons, you JoJo
My type get real cash, your type get killed fast
Y'all niggas like soft booty, get it? Real ass
You hoe niggas so soft, why don't you hoe niggas get lost?
I'll pay to see you gone, how much you hoe niggas gonna cost?

I sold that brick soft , this YSL so soft
My girl ass so soft, these Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft, my AK for assaults
I'm sipping this sauce, my dick won't stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say 'boss'
You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft

You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft

Right back in the hood, fresh off tour, jumping out that new four door
Bust down APR shores, all this stunting ain't called for
None of these bitches ain't all yours, none of these niggas hardcore
Young fly nigga, I'm fresh, man, bad bitch with me at sophomore
My Rolex is like Mayweather's, I make it rain like Mayweather
Ask them hoes at KOD, I don't throw paper, I spray cheddar
You with me, my way better, chicks, they greet and love me
Up in the corner and hug me, go all these hoes trying to fuck me
'Cause that leather handle so soft, all I know is go hard
High as fuck, I'm on Mars, my pockets on black card
'Cause it ain't no limit to the shit I'm spending
It's double MG, yeah nigga, we winning

I sold that brick soft , this YSL so soft
My girl ass so soft, these Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft, my AK for assaults
I'm sipping this sauce, my dick won't stay soft
My car seats so soft, these Heat Tags say 'boss'
You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft

You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft, you hoe niggas so soft

I'm in the hood with that white thing, Mister Softy
Tell them kids don't run up, got it on me, now get 'em off me
Get 'em off me, get 'em off me, before I make it hot like coffee
Just seen 'em put a hole in one and I ain't gonna let 'em golf me
Got a O-Z of that loudmouth, my smoke never speak softly
Ride on that dick flow, my bitch never go off-beat
Only time that I'm off feet, known to stand on my own two
If you 'round me, you gotta go hard, soft niggas I don't do
These niggas ain't family, if you was, I would've disowned you
And fucked bitches that won't do, call a bitch who want to
Gotta feel me, my texture, these dumb bitches too extra
I just kicked this bitch up off the bus, had to 'next' her
I'm too strong in these streets, boy, please don't make me flex up
You know nothing 'bout this, I do this, I'm a expert
VVs go off, like the TVs in my loft
That's HD on my HT, these hoe niggas so soft

 

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 smokin on exotic, she bitching about her 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

[Hook]

[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 fuck with me
No sir that's a ho problem
We be on the loud shit
Y'all be smoking 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 but with low mileage
And all my girls be holding in the back, no wallet

[Hook]

[Trey Songz]
I'm ridin round windows up
Young peace town can't wait to fuck
Another one in the back can relate to her
Got tittes big and they fake as fuck
My niggas 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 nigga can make enough
Fame for the kk beggin up
Stop it, watch it, pocket, scrap it
Niggas know I got it
Knowledge where she drop after that I take her shopping
Bitch niggas be talkin we just call it pussy poppin'
Trigga's home, where he go though? I been on what you ain't know ho
Snatch the doze up on that photo
Make that girl tattoo my logo
She go below the belt cha that's a low blow
Made her say ah and I ain't talkin coco loso

[Hook]

 

Splurge Gang- 2 Fucking Real

I'm feeling too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
Nigger I'm just being real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
It is how it is
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real

I paid it for
I'm ice cube boys in the hood
Fighting Lucas got a heliport might superb
New Jack city I mean no
Make my way like Carlito so rob dinero
I'm dick worm on Fridays
I'm a Luci ride or you getting sprayed
My drew is fire, it's so fire
I've met the men on high on high...
I'm venus eagle on state crime
I'll be your Mexican Pelly I'm untouchable

I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
Nigger I'm just being real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
It is how it is
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real

None less then a honey and I'm all about this money
Lay money then it's nothing
Model bitch pushing buttons
Flying purple cause your circus ...they can't see nothing
Quick all the fix behind me
My enemies beside me
Pissing off so they can see
See just how a nigger grinding
Recognize really with you
I'm kinda blinded
Wanna see a real dude?
Just pause and rewind it

I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
Nigger I'm just being real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
It is how it is
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real

The music industry is filled with weasel snakes and fat rats
Half of this rat caps is pussy
Niggers crackers crazy
Might snap back
Seeing more flow then a half of Marley snap at
Nothing quirks over here your caps back on
...But the Kush is in my backpack
And every place I rap at promoters give me slap whack
...To the stage when they ask me where the trap at

I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
Nigger I'm just being real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I tell you how it is
Don't fuck how you feel
It is how it is
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real
I'm too fucking real

 

Stay

[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

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

 

Steve Jods

[Fabolous]
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
Arnold Swarzenegger returns, Decembers back

 

Success is Revenge

You know they say revenge
Is a dish best served cold
How 'bout success, though?

People try to hold you down, all I know is breaking free
Play no part in making me, I won't play part in breaking me
My story is way too real, none of this is make believe
There's always some people
Who gonna doubt it, they gotta make believe
My teacher was one of them, she couldn't see me reaching mine
How is you gonna teach the blind if the teacher's blind?
I had some trouble reading through the lines before
But that just made succeeding even kinda dope
Now I'm even reading people's minds, you know?
Bet them haters thinking that my ship would still be sinking
But what's funny ain't that money got me floating on a tighter ship
Is that I couldn't read lines, now I'm writing scripts
Y'all was acting funny, hope y'all doing comedy
No one knows who I'mma be, could be where Obama be
President or something, if you ever been through something
Know it might've slowed you down but don't let it hold you down, yeah

I can read the minds of all my enemies
They think I won't be who I intend to be
I can read the minds of all my enemies
This the song they singing in their head for me

Let me haunt you
Let me haunt you
Let me haunt you forever

Let me haunt you
Let me haunt you
Let me haunt you forever

 

Suicide

Suicide it's a suicde
How you want it, in the abdomen or back?
Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back
The same niggaz be tryin to collab you on the track (what they do?)
They turn right around and try to crab you on the smack
But through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed (I'm cool)
I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it
Cause when you ask 'em bout it, they gon' say they never said it
They know if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead it
And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it
You couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said it
I walk by 'em and wink
I don't feel T-Pain cause I never had to "Buy Em a Drink" (not me)
Double shot of 'Loso baby I am the drink
Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am the shrink
Oh yeah, I bring ya lady home, but I got the 80 chromed
Niggaz go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes
I know niggaz livin in the feds
Some say don't look down unless she givin you some head
I'm driven by the bread (yes) my push is the paper (yes)
I roll up like kush in the paper
I gotta be Kobe, you never see niggaz like Smush in the paper
Unless he got pushed in the paper
So my niggaz be on some bullshit, I call 'em the heat sweepers
They ride around with the street sweepers
They murk you at the Grammys, but to kill you in the street's cheaper
Either way you six feet deeper
It's 'Loso a/k/a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper
King size, Double G gucci sheet sweeper ("Gangsta, gangsta...")
The kid blow shots, catch me and the kid robot
5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot
Yeah similar to Jason, you point at the guard
You must got an appointment with God
A meetin with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan
Niggaz is food, I got hot plates for hatin
So whne they bring the name up, they gon' say I came up
That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up
Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up
So you wanna take a shot, nigga best to aim up (aim up next time)
'Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm the betta liquor
Ain't goin nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker
I fuck her quick, get her quicker
Ma momma said keep your tongue in ya mouth unless you a letter licker
I'm gettin money bitch, but I ain't a cheddar tricker
Got the Texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker
As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore
Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with them good credit scores
Nigga with mental loss, can't forget I been a boss
Tryin me is like bungee'n with dental floss... fucker!

[Outro]
I mean this is what we do
This is what we do over here y'know? All the time
Y'knahmean? Street Fam
Di-di-di-di-boys, stutter gang
Street di-di-di-damn!
Whatever you wanna call us nigga
Just don't call us broke - nah don't do that
That wouldn't be inappropriate, y'knahmean?
Anything that would be uncivilized
Brooklyn what it look like?
You gon' look back, look at how good I'm lookin
(Oh yeah) I told y'all I was comin this year man
I gave y'all the forecast, y'knahmean?
I like predicted the tsunami was comin
Before the water hit, y'know?
Look on your Chinese calendar, the year of the 'Loso
Hahahaha, let's get out of here 'Los

 

Take You Home

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

[Chorus (Lil' Mo)]
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

 

That's Not Love

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 ain't 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]

 

The Bad Guy

[Pain In Da Ass]
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

[Pain In Da Ass]
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?

 

The Eulogy

[DJ Drama]
Ladies and gentlemen, it is quite unfortunate
That we have to gather here
For this, unjoyous occasion
I stand here before you, DJ Drama
And ask you for a moment of silence...
A lot of fallen rappers
A lot of fake emcees
Some, even your favorites
Can no longer be with us
It is a trying time, it is a tough time
But because clearly there was no way
ANY of them, could stay alive
While 'Loso a/k/a Funeral Fab was here
We now, must lay them all, to rest
So sad... [sobs] so sad
We may now start, the funeral service

 

The Fabolous Life

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 Laperle match well with these Feragamis
Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies
?? 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
?? 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, courtside
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?
How you living, oh I be living Fabolous

 

The Wake

[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

This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice

 

The Way "Intro"

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 you 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
I'm thru talkin

 

There He Go

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]

 

Think Y'all Know

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!

[Chorus]
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

 

This is Family

[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop
Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
Trying to figure how to make this animal stop
Who these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
I'm copping a pound
They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga

[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price, plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker
This is family, don't ever cross my brother
Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty

[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Apposing us can't be wise
Who ever cross the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
Throw the drop or slip, the oject is not to miss
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
No autopsy necessary, to determined the cause of death
Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter
To this here, I'm no stranger
It's obvious you no bangers
You dudes pose no danger
Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
Like purple broke up in the dutch
Leave you broke up on a crutch
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody goes)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate

[Joe Budden]
Yo
Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become nondescript
When something bright is on your wrist
Like you repping the bionic six
Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire
I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me
Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
Soon as his un-tuck BAM
Talking about you touch grams
I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+
It's just who we are
If I see yar, it's E.R
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
Tell me how they gonna manage
Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
Gotta spaz on cowards
Every twenty-four, every half-hour
Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+
If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+

[Red Cafe]
I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix
Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic
For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason
Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing
Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow
Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'
Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
Eastside, Westside, I'll be in my Converse
This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse
Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am
All they gotta do is chirp
And them things are gonna blis-am
Shake down, fiz-am
Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
Block-ay block-ay

[Fabolous]
Now if they get me on wire traces
I'm gonna die in comstaat
I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by arms ock
We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch
Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot
Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock
'Round here that's better than buying some Viacom stock
Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give
I'll make his relative show me where the fella live
Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss
Before I pull this curb and start squirtin' like Baby piss
If he aint heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin
Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too
This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do
You Clay Aiken-soft
You playing games until this red light's on ya
It's like the Playstation's off
Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor
Professional shit like they did Leon's neighbors.

This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers
I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other
A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga

 

This is My Party

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

[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus 2: Fabolous (2x)]
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"

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus 2]

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus 2]

[Outro: Fabolous (to fade)]
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...

 

Throw Back

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

[Chorus]
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

 

Throw It in the Bag

Look at price tags
Where they do that at
Heard that in ATL
When you in ATL
Just ask my baby girl
I treat my lady well
Ain't nothin soso
But I know JD Well
We in a benzes, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas askin did we miss a mercedes sell?
Shit, I wish he was,but Even though he wasnt,
We still doing yo nuts and have a dozen,
The keep that gucci and that louie on my laby l's
Thats the way we feel
Must be nice man
You wit the right man
You aint gotta price scan, or ask how much
Now what I look like
Son im from brooklin, what it look like
You get it cause I got it
I got it so you get it
Do like Luke say, dont stop get it get it
Mami do the speedie
Daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips
We aint talkin ruffles

[Chorus: The-Dream]
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

 

Tit 4 Tat

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!

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams]
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?!

[Fabolous] Girl move it like! Girl move it like!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like.

 

To Not Give a Fuck

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.

 

Tonight

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
Tonight, tonight

 

Trade It All

[Fabolous talking]
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

[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus]

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
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh

[(Chorus) 3x]

 

Transformation

I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck,
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck,
Rather hold my head high and die than living dumb.
Remember I was down to die just to live it up,
But life's a bitch and I judge it's quickly given up.
They say that life is short, several looking through the bars,
Gotta keep your head up, I be looking to the stars.
I be doing like, wasn't looking for no cause,
They ain't kill me, though, now I'm here looking at the scars.
Sometimes you get caught by people looking from a far
That's how it is when you out here taking cookies from a jar.
That's what my son said, they came and took him and his draws
He support the family, they took the mama favorite bro.
To face, that's my favorite bar,
Here's the rainy days they say you should be saving for.
But when sun shines no one carries umbrellas
And if they did, they be looking dumb like dumbfellas.
I'm trying to become some, they probably become jealous,
Have a lot to say about it, but afraid to come tell us.
I'm here to beat the odds that were set against me,
Wished the worst left to anyone who bet against me.
I wanna be somebody, somebody that's never been
No squares in my circle, best shape I ever been.
I'm growing up, my daddy planted a seed,
My mama watered me with a plan to succeed.
I was that kid in the ghetto, hand full of seeds,
But I'm here now and I don't play a receipt.
Sometimes I think I love to back a right time,
Imagine I would've fucked up that night slime.
It hurts to even think about it,
Would be in the streets, thirsty, trying to get a drink about it.
Black pouty, I pull that quarto cinque
While they put that iron to your clothes
Like I'm taking wrinkles out it.
Take every Franklin, Grant, Jackson and Lincoln out it,
Look you in the eyes and tell you don't you even think about it.
So as you're hearing dropping this rhyme,
Know that my opportunity couldn't be stopped at a dime.
The life you chose come from lack of options in time,
Gotta do what you gotta do, even acting a crime.
And who am I? Without a name, dropping an arm,
Someone who sold a copy and then he just stopped, he just climbed.
Someone who get money without dropping a dime
Transform to your leader and my optimus prime.
So, for dinner you're stopping at prom,
Run at your patron, top of the line
Hold a?em up, look at your niggers and say
There was no way out, but we figured a way.
And now we chill, loaded up a still,
I just wish a nigger would but I know a nigger will.
But for real, good is how you feel,
But as soon as a nigger good is as soon as a nigger will.
And we don't own these niggers nothing,
Put that in a nigger will, yeah.

 

U Aint Got Nothin

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
Yeaa*

 

U Make Me Better

[Chorus]
[Ne-Yo]
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when were together
Mami Im good all by myself
But baby u make me better
U make me better (X8)

[Fabolous]
You plus me it equals better math
Your boy a good look but she my better half
I'm already bossing already flossing
But why have the cake if it aint got the sweet frosting?
(Yep, yep, yep, yep) Keeping me on my A game
(Wit, wit, wit, wit) Without having to say name
(They, they, they, they, they) They may flame
(But, but, but, but) But shorty we burn it up
The sag in my swag, pep in my step
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppes
GUESS, is a G thang, Whenever we swing
Ima need Coretta Scott if Im gonna be king

[Chorus]
[Ne-Yo]
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when were together
Mami Im good all by myself
But baby u make me better
U make me better (X8)

 

Unfuckwitable

[Red Cafe:]
Hold up
I'm hotter than a fugitive
Americas most wanted that's swag lucadive[?]
Unfuckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that G talk, living like a general
10 bottles in the club, sound like the minimum
My niggas some killers for real, I'm talking federal [?]
If its fuck you, then fuck you
Never no subliminal
Stacking ones everyday, active criminal
Me and 20 million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you something pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga
After they fuck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love
Thats for them sucker niggas
Let him be your man I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sun up, hustle til its sun down
Bullshit aside I'm realest killer in town
Host of niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Got'a bad bitch riding shotty when the top let down (now look)
As a young boy I use to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like shine [?] I still got hoop dreams

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, lets just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, words to incidental [?]
And guess who opened the doors you niggas entered in through
Y'all will never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second year high schooler
My nigga HOV told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
"unfuckwitable," we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the "not fucking around crew"
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our Debo on
When you touch down, bow down get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the streets, don't say it in your Tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook]

 

Up on Things

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..

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
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)

 

Want You Back

See what I can't understand is how someone will have a life time friend that they been thru thin and Thick with and they just fall out over the simplest shit but that same person will be in a relationship With a trifling motherfucker and keep taking them back shits crazy

The karma of fucking over a good person,
Is the asshole you end up with.
Get a taste of your own medicine
Funny, you the one who end up sick.
Always took you back, even if though made my friends upset.
Told me I should blow you off, haven't got that win up, yet.
Know how many days I've hurt, many nights I've been up stressed,
Though that we had been in love, maybe I've just been obsessed.
When you crossed me, you lost me,
Now if I was guarding Derrick Rose
I would be more understanding but you ain't Derrick Rose.
You was my number one, but you uhmm, you aint Derrick Rose.
You try to make a point again, you ain't Derrick Rose,
You just on some bullshit, bitch, you ain't Derrick Rose,
I'm a lover and a fighter, fight for what I love,
But you made something of, bitches I think nothing of.
Ask myself why I fight when it's long and over,
God gives the hardest battles to the strongest soldiers.
So I fight for us, as long as there is reason to.
You wanted to give up on us as long as there is season two.
Cool, you're gonna need me one day,
And if it's Sunday, that one day gonna be Monday.
That's how fast things change sometimes,
Niggas play it though, I fail rain sometimes.
Like, like, like I want that bitch back,
I mean, I want her, but I don't want the bitch back.
She said she want him, but she don't want that nigga back,
That nigga act like I ain't have a nigga back.

You're gonna need me one day,
You're gonna want me back in your heart.

You start with "I love you" , I think that we got the power to grow,
But it gave up, it ain't coward in Joe.
Funny thing about it all is you checked my Twitter every hour or so
And then you bring this fake shit to our reality show.
Been out for many years looking for divortion, it's weird,
Your feelings without put them into motion.
I dictate the what's and why's, the how and when,
You ain't learn to separate your now from then.
I keep my distance, cause when I'm near, my head is hurting,
Exhausted every road to friendship, but is never worth it.
Me, I met the sweetest girl, you know you met her in person.
Bottom line I made you to make a better version.
I tried to give you good advice, but you ain't eat it,
Must've figured that you ain't need it, but all I can do is seed it.
Told you you're gonna fuck around and end up sick,
You chose dick from this nigga off the new york knicks.
You're so spiteful, that ain't the way we act,
Back I was incerted in you, how could you pay me back?
I know you said when we over you'll starting our aim bigger
But you can't have anonymity with famous niggers.
I know you're thinking my happiness is a front,
How would you ever know? Happiness is what you want.
So unidentifiable and that harm and never let up,
You fucked me real good, but karma fucked you better.

You're gonna need me one day,
You're gonna want me back in your heart. (Repeat)

You never miss a good thing till it leave you,
I finally realized I don't need you.
You want me back, you know you're gonna need me back,
Gonna have me back, yeah.
You're heartbroken when you left my world,
Boy, you know you should've kept this girl there for you,
Now I don't know what you gonna do without me, baby.
That was the last thing I said to you,
I notice you know is dead end with you.

You're gonna want me back, you're gonna want me back.
You're gonna want me back.

You're gonna need me one day,
You're gonna want me back in your heart.

 

We Do This Shit

[Fabolous (Drama)]
Dram', y'knahmean?
I do this mixtape shit, y'knahmean?
(Yeah, of course my nigga, I see you)
Like this is where I started from
(Nah nigga I remember, I was watchin!)
I started, takin niggaz beats
And beatin they fuckin beats up, y'knahmean?
(Early!) Slappin they beats upside the head
Givin niggaz' instrumentals black eyes and shit
That's what I came from, y'know?
(I'm start makin these niggaz call me Papa Dram')
So this ain't, this this ain't really new for me Dram'
But this this the first time I come down here
Fuckin wit'cha it's a pleasure my nigga
(Well yeah man, good lookin!)
Appreciate all the love (I'm gettin it)
Appreciate all my niggaz from the South that show ya boy love
When we come through the town, y'knahmean?
I ain't from the South, I'm a New York nigga
So I come down niggaz show me love
I appreciate the shit greatly nigga
And I show the same love when niggaz come to my town nigga

 

We Don't Give a

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

 

We Get High

When I start to care, then I find there is no one there
When I start to care, then I find there is no one there
But I think of you and I know we are something new.
We get high and high, crazy blue like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at, where you at.

We get higher and higher, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.
We get higher and higher, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.

Stimulate your mind, girl, it's friday you ain't got shit to do,
I put you on some real shit if you ain't scared to take a hit or two.
Stay away from that reggie, can't deal with the middle men,
Who gives a fuck if he keep it clean, you can't ride on them lil tens.
They say they got it, they ain't got it, they don't seem to feel no guilt,
Got peanut butter, but no jelly, got cereal, but no milk.
Where I'm from that's a half ass nigger, half of the time I don't have past nigger.
Mad cause they can't get down with the team,
Still sitting on the end of the draft ass nigger.
Getting high on these low lives, dead the chumps give them no life,
Cut them loose, keep your knife,
Dont meet a hoe and make her your wife.
Don't make a hoe, your husband either,
Harder in the game when you're playing with a cheater.
I be telling them that you can't change niggers,
Better off, keeping that change, for the meter.

We get higher and higher, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.
We get higher and higher, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.

How high? How high? Just came from the OG, man.
My eyes so red, man, that MET ain't joking, man.
I'm talking about pimping been since,
Pimping been since been pimping.
I'm talking about going, motherfuckers saying that ain't other.
Tell them no more mister Nice Guy, new hoes wait past high bay,
If I got paid to hear chicks lie, would make more cheese than craft make
And these niggers be acting up, ri ri must be serious.
Wonder what the shit hiding for, real niggers is curious.
These niggers stuck on my whole joint,
Already know high I feel.
Let the chick know she is not low, even though she ain't high heels.
Six hundred for the gas, that aint nothing but the hot bill,
Bitch, don't be a hard kill, you know over here

We get higher and higher, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.
We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fine,
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at.

 

Welcome To My Workplace

[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
Everybody want that Loso's Way

 

What Should I Do

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

[chorus]
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

 

When I Feel Like It

[Intro: Fabolous]
I ain't in no rush
I'll handle you niggas when I feel like it
I just be chilling
You're bitch is chilling too

[Hook: Fabolous]
When I feel like it
Kill these hoes when I feel like it
When I feel like it
That's my bitch when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Kill these niggas when I feel like it
Not do this shit when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Smoke one when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Pour up when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Cash out when I feel like it
Not do this shit when I feel like it

[Fabolous]
The way it's shaped, they say it's fake
I can't lie, I still like it
No snitch, I can't tell
If it look real, and it feel like it
She bend it over, I will hike it
Number 1 pick, got skills like it
Heard she fucked with some ball player
When I touch down, I still spike it
Know I got that check on me
I'm not Nike, but it feel like it
At the game and them floor seats
I ain't Spike, but I feel like it
We ain't friends, we don't chill like it
You ain't my dawg, we don't bill like it
My nigga no camerman, but he be flashing them stills like it
Where I'm from, it ain't Iraq, but swear to god it get real like it
Got soldiers in the field like it
Bout mine, you get killed like it
Pussy niggas be commentating
Say they ain't hating, but it feel like it
Just post a pic of me and his boo on instragram
Think he'll like it?

[Hook]

 

Why Wouldn't I

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

[Paul Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta

[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
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?

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
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?

[Fabolous]
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"

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
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

[Paul Cain]
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

[Fabolous]
Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes

[Chorus - 2X]

 

Wolves In Sheep's Clothing

Yeah, yeah, yeh
Them niggas is talking baby
Don't listen to that shit
Don't mind them, they just talking baby
They know they can't fuck with me baby
(That mean they can't fuck with you)
You tell them like that bitch told Scarface
(What she say?)
"I don't fuck with the help"

They say they out for dead presidents, never respected
First of all, Ben Franklin was never elected
That means him and Big Bills have never connected
They just say it cause they think it sounds clever on records
Secondly, God's first should never be second
And if you living wrong, money can never correct it
I'mma say it once, then it's whoever direct it
You never get off on me, I'm never the exit
All black everything in my black V
It ain't a game and if it was, it'd be a black Wii
I'm on my "A" game, never on that "B" shit
You on that B-shit, never gonna be shit
That's how I "C" shit, cause I am "D" shit
True story, like that Hollywood "E" shit
I say "F" niggas cause I'm on some "G" shit
Yeah, that red-and-green stripe double G shit
That was for my homie, just know I'm thinking of you
I told him "stay on top so they can't get above you"
He told me "I dig that like a fuckin shovel"
Why it take a nigga go to jail to say he love you?
We be killing them, boy we be killing them!
Damn, we used to dream to have a million
Now the family get money like Will and them
Accounts rise like we filling them with helium
My baby girl got ass, it's no secret that it
Make you look away and still be peeking at it
She said they come with painted faces trying to clown on you
How they under you but try to talk down on you
You see, a rat is gonna be that and go for any cheddar
Tell my bitch that I'm no good, as if they any better!
But her loyalty keep her from them other boys
Let em holla, she just gonna exist above the noise

 

Y'all Don't Hear Me Tho

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 pro'ly missed the point
This 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 the shaking something
Purple weed gold bottles now let's think of something
Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though

[Chorus: 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
Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really

 

Yep, I'm Back

Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap

Now everybody get your hands UP
Now everybody get your hands UP
Loso, more better (more better) more cheddar (more cheddar)
I do the rolls I am not a more wetter??
Challenge me with the bling these niggas know better
The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
Hoes better, have a fall back attack,
come through like a funeral all black on black
couple six deuces, all back to back,
few flying spurs all back to back
need a 04, 05 dunking and them
when it come to making O's we like dunking with them
naaaah I ain't 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

[Chorus:]
Yep I'm back stunting, yep I'm back fronting
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wanting
It's just something about me you can't go with out me you all
Said you can't go without me you all,
Said you can't go without me you all

 

You Be Killin' 'Em

[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

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]

 

You Don't Know

[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 don't live what they rap
Them boys aint been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Then boys don't know about that
Ayy, you don't know 'bout it
You don't know 'bout it
Tell me what you know 'bout that
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
Tell me what you know 'bout that

Hol' up, stop the shit
That's 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 that's 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 that's 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]

 

You Make Me Better

NeYo (chorus)
I'm a movement by myself (ah hah)
But I'm a force when we're together (ah hah)
Mami I'm good all by myself (I'm goodd)
But baby girl you make me better (you make me better x9)

Fabolous:
You plus me it equal better math
Ya boy a good look but she my better half
I'm already bossin', already flossin'
But why have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frosting
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, you keeping me on my a game
With, with, with, with, without having the same name
They, they, they, they, they may flame
Bu, Bu, Bu, but shorty we burn it up
The sag in my swag
The pep in my step
Daddy do the Gucci mami intercepts
Guess it's a G thing whenever we swing
I'm gonna need Corretta Scott if I'm gon' be king

NeYo
Hmmmmmm (chorus)

First thing's first I does what i do
Everything I am she's my improve
I'm already bossy, I'm already fly
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
To,To,To, together we burn it up

Fabolous:
The caked up cut the cleaned up ice
When shorty come around i clean up nice
Dynamic duo, Batman, 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 taking me higher
Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah, I'm on fire
Bu, bu, bu, but shorty we burn it up

(Chorus) NeYo

(acapella)
Beside every great man you can find a woman
Like a soldier holding him down

Fabolous:
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'll never slip
Show me how to move that's why I never trip
And baby girl you so major
They should front page ya
God bless the parents who made ya
Middle finger anybody who hate da, way we burn it up

NeYo (chorus)

(acapella)
I"m ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fabolous (talk)
Yeah baby
Them lames you playing with
They gonna put ya down
We trying to compliment you, you know
Make it better
Top notch pimp
Nice look NeYo
Living good Loso
They ask you how you doing now
Tell them better than them
Hahahaha

NeYo (chorus)

 

Young'n

Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hold two heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn don
Addicted to Crys, hooked on Dom
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 hen hoes
Look at the hurt your eyes will squint 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!)

 

Young OG

[Intro:]
Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me!
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you!
Yeah!

The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the '., diamond watches and the baddest Shawties
Now they're in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted Shawties,
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
It's levels to this shit, it's different categorize
Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and'
They ain't never won no rings but be mad at '
They're talking about, man that nigga don't deserve that shit!
Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit
We started from the bottom, had the' turn that shit
Get it while the' good after that preserve that shit.
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit!
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb.
All that did was made me come, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you've been should have gave me some!
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me '
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me?)
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world is constipated, nobody gonna give you shit!
I learned that niggas gonna be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gonna be hoes, they just hate.. to it
Where I been? Getting to it
Going through and getting through it
Running round killing shit, telling cops I didn't do it!
That's why they call me 'Young OG'
And I'mma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my Shawty in from Cali and she' OG
She got me chilling in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, reply whild
Broke niggas talking cause it's free WFi

[Outro:]
Oh, I hear you!
You know the problem with you lil niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world
But you don't know shit!
Well I see you got yourself a lil business going
Well that's good, that's good! You make that paper!
But when you're making, paper you gotta learn some rules too
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter!
It's two types of niggas in this world
The niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now what are guns?
The guns, that's the realist thing
It's stocks and bonds, artwork
What you know the shit I appreciate with value
What's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullshit
That don't mean shit after you buy it.
That is what it's all about!
Guns and butter, baby!
Lil dumb motherfuckers!

 

Young & Sexy

[Intro - Fabolous]
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

[Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Pharrell Williams)]
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)

[Fabolous - 2x]
To the beat y'all! Till the motherfucking champagne and weed is gone!

[Fabolous]
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

[Chorus]

A-L M-Z

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