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Fabolous - , 18 1977 . -.

 

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A-L M-Z

40

Money ain't everything, nigga, it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches
I got 40 names
AK, K, K, K, K
Karma, drama, never been to college
Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing
40 cars, 40 chains

Bust it, bust it, what the business is?
Cars, cribs, couple businesses
Lean, perks and them blacks
Talk to hell and back
Then I cut off my rearview, 'cause I ain't looking back
Now my bad bitch neck tatted, blue dye my bladder
Rip it off that rack boy, what it cost don't matter
I say staring down and I'm in it
Trap money I'm spending
PG for that dream team, you fucking right, we winning
40, 40, another 40, boy
They ask me why I sell, feel that YSL
Drunk in the front, your bitch in the back
I land in the front and I start from the back

Money ain't everything, nigga, it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches
I got 40 names
AK, K, K, K, K
Karma, drama, never been to college
Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing
40 cars, 40 chains

Hop out the jet, which city is this?
Three bitches in bed, I'm like who's titty is this?
They fucked around and let a nigga like me get rich
I don't know another nigga like me exist
These girls be 'bout that YOLO life
I ask you now if you a hoe, no right?
But my dick's still meeting with your throat tonight
Pimp game strong, cold as ice
Told 'em I'd show you right
You pay for pussy, you know the price
That's hard to handle, this life a gamble
I want the dice, minute rice
To a business life, I'm an enterprise
And I'll drop whatever on whatever you ain't finna buy
Live every moment like my last, like I'm finna die
Know I sing it now, wonder will I sing it in the sky

Money ain't everything, nigga, it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches
I got 40 names
AK, K, K, K, K
Karma, drama, never been to college
Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing
40 cars, 40 chains

Bust it, bust it, she let that 40 flame
My AKA is what shorty name
Just call my crew the Rolex and Audi gang
But we still got no time for these lames
I'm with my Mexican homies out of wares
They'll hook you up, give you a chorus
We campaigning like we running for pres
Still watching out for JC and Torres
New York undercover amongst the others
The family be couple hundred of us
Got a hundred brothers, AKA the Jacksons
Got a hundred sisters, AKA the Braxtons

Money ain't everything, nigga, it's the only thing
I pop bottles like I got 40 rings
40 cars, 40 chains, 40 bitches
I got 40 names
AK, K, K, K, K
Karma, drama, never been to college
Think about the feds homie, that'll be the only thing
40 cars, 40 chains

 

A Toast To the Good Life

A toast to Mr. Tagalucci
And zippin open Louis duffle bags of lootchie
Braggin loosely 'bout baggin hoochies
No logo's on the clothes but the tags say Gucci (nice)
And everybody raise your glasses
The beautiful tits, and amazing asses
Bring cigar cutters and the trace of ashes
To money burials, hideaways, and staches
Thanks to DEA's gettin slick
They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick
The lawyers, Ebanks, Sadler
Life's a bitch and I probably coulda had her
Here's to no witnesses
And playing dumb like "I dunno what this is"
Unforgetful that's why I keep my shit full
Along with alarm systems and pitbulls
Good food, still need seasoning
Gangsta POV, that's how we sees things
It's talked about with good reasoning
Over good steaks and sweet measlings
Yeah
Beef is just a entre
Put stacks on the boy like his name Andre
All the shootouts and the killings
Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villians
I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling
And two baby .9's that look cuter than some children
Cheers, blood sweat and tears
No room for emotions and fears
It's the way, nothing more to say
I make the call, we can go to war today
This is Loso's Way
Follow me into Loso's way

 

About That Life

What it comes down to
Let us take care about that life
Set it on

Look I terminate bitch like her name is Sarah Connor
Where I'm from we never meet daddies swear our mamas
I'm high fashion so my Gucci reeks of marijuana
My shoes are killing'em our police a pair or armor
Besides put me in the passenger and I'm a wild
Cause my mind is filled with massacres
Killer verses I lay'em down and kill up ...
You can't be the best without knowing who the worst is
Me and K a lot alike we don't fake nothing
Fake bitches in my sheet I'll be straight stunning
You got the wrong keys I ain't who the star with
Rise of the eights now who you monkeys getting smart with?

About that money I'm bout that Philly
I'm bout to get it my enemies necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strive
Now fuck with me I'm with my team and you gonna see
About that life going hard going hard
Trying to get what I can get before this people give me 20
Now tell that lame ass nigger
Cause bitch I'm about that love

In love with the money, infatuated with coups
Immaculate living money stacking to my roof
The baddest of women, purse matching the boots
That's half you wanna see what's in that fucking bag
Pull it like flip, yeah first you aim it then you fire
Penthouse smoking nigger I can't get no higher
Carry bag of heroin in every bag she carry on
You niggers ain't getting money
Fuck yeah then carry on
The biggest and the richest fucking self made
Rose and my nigger K Slay
Bought a purple green to lit up a pink spike
Pack a Britney for a chick with full spice

About that money I'm bout that Philly
I'm bout to get it my enemies necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strive
Now fuck with me I'm with my team and you gonna see
About that life going hard going hard
Trying to get what I can get before this people give me 20
Now tell that lame ass nigger
Cause bitch I'm about that love

You don't like me? I don't give a fuck!
Respect is like some money to me
I don't get enough
Like I ain't pulled in the hardest city in America
Saint Louis and we ain't started y'all
King of the drama sing along with the drama king
All your mama from your magazines
You know the one that's got a body like a cartoon
Ass like a whale take dirty harpoon
This stack of racks on wrack
Plax on plank these nigger lying lie...

About that money I'm bout that Philly
I'm bout to get it my enemies necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strive
Now fuck with me I'm with my team and you gonna see
About that life going hard going hard
Trying to get what I can get before this people give me 20
Now tell that lame ass nigger
Cause bitch I'm about that love

Looking at dollar bills for the White House
Then I flipped a couple bills bought a white house
Triple beam on a triple stack triple back
On that corn like I jungle back several fact
When I drop roll in that top folder
Bitches going both ways like they bipolar
Got the ace blackjack, ski mask black mat
Hit the back till it snap back...
Waste the money wipe the bitch brain
Word the K slay you nigger slay some
I'll be spending seven digits like it ain't none

About that money I'm bout that Philly
I'm bout to get it my enemies necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strive
Now fuck with me I'm with my team and you gonna see
About that life going hard going hard
Trying to get what I can get before this people give me 20
Now tell that lame ass nigger
Cause bitch I'm about that love

 

Baby

And why would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet
But only one thing could keep me off the street
And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y
I can be why you always be fly
And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does
We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed
In a V-dub and that's only be-cause

[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Need someone to be my (baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans
Gonna find someone to be my (baby)
..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby)

 

Baby Don't Go

I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain}
I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}

[Fabolous]
Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out
Nothin to scream about just back your Beemer out
Pack it up in the trunk, go back to Kima house
Cause I can play cool, but I can't play fool
There's options in break up, you ever play pool?
Better do you cause I damn sure does me
And what your buzz be is only because of me
The wifey, hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide (yup)
But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay

[Chorus: T-Pain (Fabolous) {unlisted J.D. ad libs}]
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't)

[Fabolous]
Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones
Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne
Now, baby that lime with that Patron
Have me talkin crazy, it's time to come on home
Now, I talk with someone above
It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love
Don't lose someone you love though over your pride
Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side
We break up to make up at Jacob's baby
Her parents fought too, I'm the makeup baby
Wake up baby, love'll have you open though
I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show
So I just can't bet on the next hand
There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it
The next rap to show you I really been through it
Every other day I'm givin the love away
That's what your friend's sister or little brother say
If I'ma do somethin, it's the undercover way
When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way
And others may not see that we need each other
But if we on the same page we can read each other
They should learn us, instead of try to turn us
Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners - UP~!
If you love your baby then turn this up
Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup
Relax, don't be tryin to perm us up
We already straight - yesss

[Chorus]

[Jermaine Dupri]
Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man!
Y'knahmean; ain't no WAY you can't dance on this
Uhhh, T-Pain!

[T-Pain]
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!

 

Back To Do the Damm Thing

[Intro]
("All day") Just keeps callin me man
Just keeps callin me!
I'm back to do the damn thing
Now I'm back to do the damn thing
{"Cannon~!"} I'm back to do the damn thing
{"Tre-tre-trendsettaz"} Back to do the damn thing

I feel like the ex-champ back in the title fight
The young contenders are lookin at me in idol light
Fresh taper, waves lookin tidal tight
Yea I'm in the building, like a Corey Lidal flight
I'm married to the streets, this is my recital right
I got the Phantom drop dressed up bridal white
Hehe, you know them doors are suicidal right?
Sorta like they slit your wrists when I'm tryin to sit your miss
Nigga picture this, like a Kodak moment
I'm off the bullshit, 'bout to go back on it
And I ain't hard to find, bet ya Lojack on it
Call it corn row roof, cause it go back don't it?
I gotta get it now, ain't no pinchin plan rappin
Fuck bein friends, save me the hand dappin
Understand captain, you'll be under land nappin
If you keep thinkin that it can't when it can happen
Ask Scarface, faster than a car chase
At ya grandma's place, lettin AR's waste
Sports Coupe, not too much car space
The trunk look like Desperados guitar case
If you say a thing wrong, I won't let it string long
All I gotta do is push the button like ding-dong
I don't play the back and forth game 'less it's ping-pong
Mike Tyson flow, so I ain't in the ring long
Nigga you ain't King Kong, thinkin that you bit shit
You gon have your man sick, someone sing his theme song
My nigga Freck plugged me in with this Beijing joint
So hot, she play Alaskan with a string thong
Real delicate, I just call her China Set
Fendi fur, Gucci gators, guess she like designer pets
She saw a few things, that get her vagina wet
SF, G4, and it's not a niners jet
But check the body drop, baby boy shittin
But it's just sittin, so it's like I made a potty stop
It's like karate chops, we be breakin bricks down
Cocaine tour, I been through six towns
Open with crack as the openin act
Heroin headliner, stage name China
(What you call that?!) That's what you call a trap star
I could get the kingpin charged for these rap bars

[Outro]
That's right nigga, we still do this shit
Man on the street tip too man, we touch things
Y'knahmean like the body shop we touch shit up man
Get this shit movin man, it's Loso
Big shout to that Street Fam, what it look like y'all?
What's goin on Brooklyn?
It's your boy, I'm back man
We got Brooklyn lookin better than ever now man
These niggaz can't fuck around man
I'm back to do the damn thing ("DJ DRAMA!!")

 

Bad Bitch

Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..

I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done
It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to G
But you know "Young'n" would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other
Wow! it's a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley
I hope this ain't tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs

[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by

 

Bang Bang

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang

Yo if niggas don't know nothin
They know not to try me though
Yeah I like pussy, just not standing by me though
My man did 15, he came home grimey though
Hold his gun eh'day, still think he in '94
We missed him, but we caught up with his slimey hoe
Shooters ain't picky so it's Inny Minny Miney Moe
Catch a nigga by his toe
We don't play no games
But it sound like Call Of Duty when we let that P90 go

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
It's not a pretty thing so it might get ugly
It could get knifey, it might get slugly
I send the family at em I might get Pugsly
Might get Wednesday, Gomez, Cousin It
We on some can't find em, we run up on ya cousin shit
Always sayin what they does and knowin who they wasn't wit
All we tryna do is make the pieces to the puzzle fit
So we question niggas wit the gun out
The story changes, the excuses never run out
It's Summertime so we gonna make sure the heats felt
See me reach hear the clip, don't think it's a seatbelt
Think of 9mm think of .45's
I get away wit a bitch, I must let shorty drive
I tell her keep it running, honk if them people coming
I bought her a Louis bag, it's just to keep the gun in

Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Follow me my nigga cuz I know where they hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Chitty chitty bang
Stand back click clack, watch me do my thang

[Fabolous talking, chorus repeats]

 

Beaty

Beauty's when you just got out the shower,
Beauty's when you just got out the shower,
Hair still dripping, wrapped up in a towel,
Beauty's when you're ready in a hour,
Them long legs, I call them the twin towers.
You put that arch in it, put your hand on your hip,
Put your hand up on and you handle the shit.
Beauty's when a scrub compliment stash,
You know your booty look good with your confident ass.
Straight up but the rest world,
You know it's beauty when the smile it's the best curve.
That's real beauty, no make up shit,
The girl you dream about and wanna wake up with.
Waiting time, looking at it and throw that at me,
Going out on me, then you look about me.
Ah, man, that shit right there, probably get your next nightmares.

Beauty is knowing nobody real as you,
Truly condolences for that bad shoes,
Killing the scene, this type of loving made me complete.
Now roll the weed and get the munchies, she be in cuisine.
I'm in the jeans and stealing tune with the inner being,
Her inner thoughts, her worst fears she give to me.
Beauty is loyalty to the fullest, a?cause cupid made me a target for she had received a bullet.
For she had the stupid deed, speed up before I put up and sex is a weapon
Beauty don't need a bullet, beauty is the beauty that her mother gave her.
May you be thinking about God, maybe at grandma as angels.
'Cause God give her, never complicated,
A lot of niggers talking, I don't have the heart to say it.
How to tell you I see potential in how you do it.
I pray you know you're worth from niggers don't notice your beauty, truly.

 

Birthday Cake

Come and put your name on it, put your name on it
Come and put your name on it, put your name
Shawty caked up, damn, I want a slice of that
Gave me head once, got me thinking twice on that
Got me trying shit, and this is just the first day
Got me buying shit, it aint even your birthday
Black box, say Channel on it
Devil in the red dress, come get the hell on it
Bought that irve dress, cause it fit the curve best
Now that ass shaking like she nervous
Cake, cake, cake, cake, that's the catch phrase
Spanish mommy with the kick tres leche
My room girl say I made that rum cake run fatter
I put this coconut Siroc up in the cake fatter
Big face Rollie, no wipes in on it
Let the verse cool off, then put the nicest on it
(Nice) Get your cake up not your head up
Call it fresh out of the oven, still got the paper plate up, wait up

It's not even my birthday (my birthday)
But he wanna lick the icing off (the icing off)
I know you want it in the worst way (the worst way)
Can't wait to blow my candles out (candles out)
He want that cake, cake, cake
(You wanna put your name on it)
Ooh baby I like it, it's so exciting
Don't try to hide it
Imma make you my bitch
Cake, cake, cake
(You wanna put your name on it)
I know you wanna bite this
It's so enticing
Nothing else like this
Imma make you my bitch
And it's not even my birthday (my birthday)
(But you wanna put your name on it)
And it's not even my birthday (my birthday, my birthday)
(And he trying to put his name on it)

Let go
Girl I wanna fuck you right now (right now)
Been a long time, I've been missing your body
Let me-let me turn the lights down
When I, when I go down, it's a private party
Ooooh, it's not even her birthday (her birth day)
But I wanna lick the icing off (the icing off)
Give it to her in the worst way
Can't wait to blow her candles out
(I want that) cake, cake cake.
Ooh baby I like it, it's so exciting
Don't try to hide it
Imma make you my bitch

Cake cake cake cake.
Ooh baby I like it, it's so exciting
Don't try to hide it
Imma make you my bitch
Cake cake cake cake.

Doggy want the kitty
Give me a heart attack and throw it back
Now watch me get it
And I knew this but you the shit
Damn, girl you pretty
Blowing out your candles, let me make a couple wishes

Remember how you did it?
Remember how you fit it?
If you still wanna kiss it
Come, come, come and get it
Sweeter than a rice cake, cake recipe
Kill it, trip it
Cake, fill it

If you sexy and you know it
And you ain't afraid to show it
Put a candle on my motherfucking back baby blow it
Love the way you do when you do it like that
Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my rack
Wrap it up, wrap it up boy
While I take this bow off
Talk That Talk, yeah I know I'm such a show off
Daddy make a wish
Put this cake in your face
And it's not even my birthday

Ooooh, it's not even her birthday (her birthday)
But I wanna lick the icing off (the icing off)
Give it to her in the worst way (the worst way)
Can't wait to blow her candles out

I want that cake, cake, cake
Ooh baby I like it, it's so exciting
Don't try to hide it
Imma make you my bitch
Cake cake cake cake.
I know you wanna bite this
It's so enticing
Nothing else like this
Imma make you my bitch
Cake cake cake cake.

Bet you wanna put your name on it

 

Black City

Black city bitch. black black city bitch
That girl bust it like the new black city bitch
Black pretty bitch selita ebanks
Money talks so when I talk I be frank
Yeah she blank face down ass up
Toast to this real shit put your glass up
Who wanna bet they keep up when I gas up
Act like a safe for your ceiling put you cash up
D twizzy on the freewizzy riding to that there is no competition thrizzy
Party scene I'm the black charlie sheen
You fake niggas can't even be real for halloween cause

Chorus: fabolous
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
I keep cash and I got that black with me bitch [2x]

Chorus: fabolous

Silver emblem two black r's
Who's that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are... cause of death? bars
Got a killa flow from the llama
Got a killa ho half columbiana half dominicana poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceee)
Black city bitch black out a old 3
California king kush black out from og
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it

Chorus: fabolous

Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
I keep cash and I got that black with me bitch [2x]

R.I.p to the competition

Dj drama
We can kill you niggas softly if necessary... suckas

 

Body Count

[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

[Fabolous]
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty

[Chorus]

 

Body Ya

[Repeat x2:]
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini me's, I hope you do better bruh
Better me better you etc etc
Shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya, uh

Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas
Uhh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mommy in my jeans PRPS
Yeah street fidda didda gang
Yeah you like a Twitter name
Same place I see em, same place they chalk em out
We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout

[Chorus]
You betta
Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya

 

Boss Bxtches Fast Cars

Boss bitches and fast cars
Look I'm back star and my ass up
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice
What else?
Now we give it up over here
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice

I only give a fuck about my team
Now all the bad bitches fuck my team
Look I'm at your stack with the rule
I'm getting googled by the youngest and the cougars
I got a team of guys working at hooters
These nigger win fake dough trying to fool us
My female friends they all booji
Off that Miley courtesy yours truly
Yeah hey hood red girl baby girl
Life is if your head good
Look I feel like I got wings on
Chain so heavy them sling bitches can swing on

Boss bitches and fast cars
Look I'm back star and my ass up
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice
What else?
Now we give it up over here
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice

Look I ain't gotta tell a story
I get two of them and let the money tell it for me
I turn my jays to a black and yellow forth
Now that's a street nigger's Cinderella story
Time is money and the Scott dwelling forty
Whack bitch I am not the fella for it
I cut a dame off fuck a fella shorty
My bitch look way outta your budget
Hoes baby make her change the subject
That's how we give it up over here boy
Got shots got strong teeth steroids

Boss bitches and fast cars
Look I'm back star and my ass up
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice
What else?
Now we give it up over here
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice

Red you know we shoot us a couple
VA girls just to ride them legs bubbled
Fab you know we shared us a couple
Be kitted like a bad boys with a duffle
I'm looking for trouble, a pair made it double
We all knew to play...
The perks when you balling like a he do
South bitch a whole condo a see through
Atlantic Ocean headed back a sea blue
We were sea sick fucking with them sea dews
Talk money and I'm nice to remember
Feeling crushed like the ice in the blender gone

Boss bitches and fast cars
Look I'm back star and my ass up
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice
What else?
Now we give it up over here
Got the drinks on ice and the watch on ice
Now the hoes feeling nice

 

Breathe

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE

One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE

 

Brooklyn

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:]
Im Righthere Big Ya Boy Sit'n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-Stuy Fly
Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean

Clinton Hill The Chill Red-Hook Look Man Aint No Shook Hands In Brooklyn
Son Yo Life Could Get Took Man Threw Off Bridges 1 Hard Top Two Hard Bitches

Ride Through The Borough With Two Four Fizez Phantom Open Up Like Two Door Fridges
(Woah!) Im Makin Change To New York Digits From 718 To 187 Da 212 To 211 Yaboys Back

With A New One Son
(Huh?)

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn (Ny,Ny)
Wherebrookyln At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where (Uh.Huh) Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:] I See You Brooklyn What It Look Like?

[Jay-Z:]
Im Right Here Fab Wavin The Flag Im From Nostrand Ave
I Came To Take Da Game In My Daddy Kane Chain Niggas Gave It Up Smooth

They Aint Wanan Hearthe Bang ,Bang Im Back On My Bully Shit That Flatbush
Bushwick Black Hoodie Shit Half A Billi. In The Bankrow Bank Stop Any Body

Bank Stop Anybody What You Bank Hoe? Big B's On The Wheels Spread Love
The Brooklyn Way "B" How's It Feeeel?

Im On My Robin Thicke Shit If Shit Eva Gets Thicke Im Back To Robin Niggas Quick
Trick Click? Anie Up All U Niggas Is Brittney Pull Ya Panties Up Whole Borough Is Wit

Me Hol Ya Cannons Up Buck 1 4 Buck Town Brooklyn What The Fuuuuuck

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(East New York) Brookyln At? Brooklyn At (Brooklyn) Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(King Of All Boroughs We So Thorow) Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Uncle Murda:]
Im Right Here Hov Uncle Murda Feelin' Goodi Hookd Up Wit Jigga
Got My Grandma Out Da Hood Roc Is Bac Now Look At Niggas Ow Dey Cant Say

J Aint Sign A Brooklyn Nigga Where Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At?
Shootin Somebody Up Or Gettin Off Dem Packs Or Gointo The Club

Lookin For Somrthin To Yap Or Runnin To Ya Crib Like Where The Safe At?
East Newyork I'll Shoot Ya They'll Gat Ya Homie Brownsville Rob Ya

They'll Clap Ya Homie Bed-Stuy I'll Get U Killed For 100 Grams.
Get A Coney Island Nigga To Pull The Trigga Man Ask Flex He Use To Run Da Tudel

Brookyln Had Dudes Scared To Rep Their Borow Uncle Murda Imma Rep 2 Da Fullest
Like Saionin Da Club I Throw Bullets! Bullets!

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At ? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:]
Iight Son Its A Like It Or Not Thing... Naw Mean? This 1's For Brooklyn
Im In Ma Bed -Stuy Fly U Kno? Bushwick Sick I Walk Dat East New York Walk
Brownsville Grill Got Ma Fort Greene Lean Ha Ha Clinton Hill Shill Red Hook Look
Dat Flatbush Push Naw Mean? Cypress Hill Feel Crown Heights Tight Wit It
Da Williamsburgswerve Coney Island Stylin On Em Canarsie Flawsy
Park Slope Dope U Kno? Ya Digg? Dis Fa Brooklyn Its Young Brooklyn

 

Brooklyn's Finest

Aiyyo Drama this the first
This the first time you had a nigga from Brooklyn
I think with a gangsta grill man
And I-I-I, I just wanna
I-I just wanna say thank you man
For takin Brooklyn down bottom y'knahmsayin?
Lettin niggaz see what's goin on man
I know niggaz heard a lot about Brooklyn
They heard about Big, they heard about Jay
But Brooklyn's still comin nigga, we still comin
There's a lot of niggaz, y'knahmean? Brooklyn is one of the
Hungriest places in this muh'fuckin planet
We walk around with our ribs touchin nigga
I'm still touchin - e'rywhere I walk

 

Bubble Gum

Hurry up girl if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some

Ma you better off coming with a Anna Nicole plan, tryna get ya hand on a old man
Maybe he's plannin' to romance, hand you a gold band and spend a couple grand on a po dance
...When it comes to splurgin chips, I'm tighter than virgin lips
If there's some who like to trick, who like a chick
And +come out the pocket like Michael Vick+
Or some who want a patient man
....or go with a payment plan
...wanna go to department stores
Then they want the keys to your apartment door
Nowadays a girl'll come with a price tag
And give it up for nice shoes and a nice bag
+They must have bumped their head, give them an ice bag+
And I aint thirst, but show em.....

[Chorus: Fabolous]
All I got is hard dick and bubble gum
And guess what, im fresh out of bubble gum
But I happen to have a whole lotta dick and a whole lotta chicks
Who wanna get sum
Hurry up if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some
Hurry up girl if you wanna get some

 

B.E.T.

Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus
I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D
But they'll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a ki
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die

[Styles P]
Be prepared to

[Jadakiss]
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob

[Styles P]
I dare you, yeah

[Jadakiss]
I'll send flowers to your wake

[Styles P]
I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[Jadakiss]
I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

 

B.I.T.E.

Every single day, each and every night, bite,
Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
Now what that mean?

I say bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.

I say buy a hand for your hood, that's the streets that I eat on,
So cold in my city, best believe that the heat's on,
Bitch I'm tryin' eat before it's recipes on my tea stool,
Want my eggs scrambled hard with extra cheese and a tea bonus.
Got a recipe in the streets home, take hustle, acting muscle,
Making mill cause success, now I ain't say it don't come with stress,
I ain't say it don't come with pain, couple losers don't call it game,
They ain't eating, got stomach pains, they call you but your number changed.
Old friendship is getting strange, couple words might get exchanged,
New niggers since diapers, oh well, that shit's changed.
My teacher came to me ask the same on me
What I'm trying to be, and I say B.I.T.E.

Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
Now what that mean?

I say bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.

I ain't grow up on park place, where I'm from is a dark place,
Hardy look on that bright side, these skies are dark gray.
And our case getting our case in the P A R K
Wasn't trying to be scarface, shit, I just want the new bark lays.
If low fish get afraid of sharks I'm trying to see how that shark taste,
Ask them with that shark face, I'm trying to fill my park space.
I'm trying to be on my dog shades on the park key in the park lays
I'm trying to get my money long, long as Easton parkway.
Me and my niggers got reservations, no way, no hesitations,
Non stop to the money, that's my final destination.
And the judge looked at me, ask the same on me, what you trying to be
And I say B I T E.

Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Every single day, each and every night, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
Now what that mean?

I say bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.
Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite,
I'm screaming bite.

Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite
Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite
Bitch I'm tryin' eat, bitch I'm tryin' eat, bite,
That's my word, I'm screaming bite.

 

B.K. Style

Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin

Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12's
You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's
I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin
Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!

Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
You must be fuckin stupid, nigga

[Ad-Lib til end]

 

Call Me

Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused

I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young'n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn't come up to breath (shit)
I usually don't get to rag um (uh)
But it's so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I'm walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- a?I love the video that you and P. Daddy ina? (yeah right)

I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)

This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I'm giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I'm like like Dirk when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)

Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that)

Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the fuck)
I don't even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn't care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that's on you, that's on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I'm looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don't turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming a?fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chancea?

I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)

 

Came For the Money

I heard this nigga be right here man.
Up in some bitch crib up here man, on the third floor.
Yeah yo, he come out this building, I'ma warm his ass up. This nigga playin' with the money man, what the fuck.
This nigga been duckin' me all fuckin week man.

I'm waitin' on the green, like I'm sittin' at a red light/
This little beef nigga betta have my bread right/
Heard if ya head right, nigga there e'ry night/
Saw him outside, in the ride, no headlights/
"Grammatic, Grammatic"
I'm waitin' on the green, like I'm sittin' at a red light/
This little beef nigga betta have my bread right/
Heard if ya head right, nigga there e'ry night/
Saw him outside, in the ride, no headlights/
Got the semi nine with the red light/
He gonna gimme mine, or he dead aight?/
It's a dead night, no-body on the block/
In the mornin', John-Doe body on the block/
I went crazy on the day I got the fuckin' call/
This nigga and his bitch, shoppin' in the fuckin' mall/
I'm blowin' up his phone, pussy nigga duckin' calls/
Spendin' MY money on a slut who suckin' balls/
I be in the club, poppin' bottle after bottle/
Have Bacardi and Desarallo have to follow/
Can't wait to walk up, poppin' hollow after hollow/
Pass me that shit son, here this nigga go.

Hook x8:
I came for the moneyyy, I ain't here to play wit y'all

 

Can You Hear Me

[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me

[Fabolous]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And it's fucked up

[Chorus - 2X]

 

Can't Deny It

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

[Fabolous]
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
And you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go

[Chorus]

[Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)]
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
That can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it

[Fabolous]
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
Will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
That ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still

[chorus]

Yea
That's right
Yea, ok

[chorus]

 

Can't Let U Go

Uh, Uh, Uh
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put on a show to get ovations
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect you gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put something on your neck to thank you
She's my pinch hitter
When the startin lineup ain't playin right
I come off the bench with her
It might sound like I'm gassin you
But it take time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey's a little bit uptight
Wonderin why I keep coming home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if y'all bump heads it'll be a fight
But I said it'll be alright

[Chorus]
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'll live in wrong
But I can't let you go
You're the one I want in my life (want in my life)
I already got a wife (got a wife)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'll live in wrong
But I can't let you go

 

Change Up

[Chorus 1: Akon]
If I'm your man, then you're my man
And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand
But you crossed the man, you forced my hand
And changin who I am ain't part of my plan
Cause I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo
Said I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo

[Chorus 2: Akon]
Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now
And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now
But I know that it's feelin funny now
Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now
You see things ain't the same
I said things ain't the same (nah)
No, things ain't the same (nah)
And I know I ain't changed

[Fabolous]
Yo, I make the money, but don't let it make me
So even if I go broke nigga you couldn't break me
Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet
Peep, quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat
Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street
So be happy that I rock them slumped back in the seats
Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny
That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money

[Chorus 1]

[Fabolous]
Some niggaz change when they get change, funny when they get money
Switch when they get rich, strayed when they got paid
Ha~! But I stresses you to holla
Cause they never made bullet proof vest-es out of dollars
We never change, this is us every day
I call them boys up, they gon' bust every 'K
They ride high like them cust' Chevrolets
Like O-Wax for Kaine, lookin for his cousin killers
I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us
I changed for a reason but homey it wasn't scrilla
They can't say that nuttin changed but my clothes
Oh, I'm lyin, I do change up my hoes
I pitch game you should see the change-up I throws
And gotta get 'em a ring to get 'em to swing
I'm a team player, if I win then we won
And they gon' put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

[Fabolous]
Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment
I don't talk much, feel like I'm around agents
... the game ain't what it used to be
I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me
Them other niggaz, be full of theyselves
Get money and disappear, try to pull a Chappelle
Well - I ain't hidin I'm ridin; I ain't duckin I'm buckin
I ain't hangin I'm bangin; I ain't willin I've done it

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

 

Change You Or Change Me

You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know?

Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?

[Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you

 

Church

Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
Tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
Soon as it get in they nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans
You prolly got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen

[Reverend talking]
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous
Bitch ass motherfuckers
[fades out]

 

Click and Spark

These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid
I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
Who else can it be spellin it at them
You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid

 

Closing Prayer

[DJ Drama]
As we now give our final words
And lay the competition to rest
I just want you all to know
That you're in good hands
There's really no need to mourn
They weren't that good anyway
But I promise you if you leave the streets
In the hands of Fabolous a/k/a Funeral Fab
You will never have to worry about whack product again
And I guarantee
We will continue
To kill, the competition

 

Damn

[Intro]
Damn, it the way he grab on himself
Before he getting closer to you, girls be like damn
Damn, it's the wife beater
Wish you were the one in the drop top two seater
Damn, I can't blame him
If he wasn't mine shit, I would try to claim him
Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly
You play yourself if you try to deny it, damn

I'm looking like the other brother
I got no choice but to smut her
Cause I'm in a tan six with a base gut
That look something like a nutta-butta duhduhduhduh (damn)
Mami you'll be in St. Tropez
Riding jet skis and mopeheads, nodding like dopeheads
Paparazzi snapping pictures, they must think you J. Lopez (shwing)
(Damn) Let's roast in spinach, hit a club and just post up in it
What you mean are we here yet?
I got a lear jet that gets to the west coast in minutes (hehe)
(Damn) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge and white and yellow studs
Cause if they witness how I'm killing them out her
These girls just might go tell the judge I rest my case

[Chorus]
Damn, it the way he grab on himself
Before he getting closer to you, girls be like damn (you feelin that right)
Damn, it's the wife beater
Wish you were the one in the drop top two seater (come on let's ride)
Damn, I can't blame him
If he wasn't mine shit, I would try to claim him (I'm sure you would)
Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly
You play yourself if you try to deny it, damn (and what you say girl)

 

Dance Moves

Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out.
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
The NFL must think I'm a damn fool
Every time I touch down, I bust a dance move
They use to have a movement, now they can't move
Used to be on that glizzy like van couv
Bout' to make em'? move, L.A to ST.LOU
Say you got them toys, that santa story just ain't true
Say you get this money, I'm no snitch I can't tell
Call me MC Hammer, name a bitch that I ain't nail
Can't touch this, you know that you can't touch this
All black jewelry, now that shit do it justice
Stand back while I bust this, you look like you does this
Come and rub my hair girl, teach me how to Douglas.

Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move.

Yeah lot of strong
All up in they v.I
Smokin' on what seems to be loud
I'm lookin' like Mr. Miya
Lot of shones
Nigga can't you tell that we high?
And before I leave, I'll peace out
Let me see that camel, 3 times
Slight work though, nightwork though, my girl don't
Y'all girl go where my girl go and you her alone.
2 nights, made a hundred grand
Pair of Nikes like one to ten
It was hustle time and y'all walked it out
When the money right, y'all runnin' man
Pullin up the whole?
Geechin' out with no cataract
If you could understand what this watch cost
You would understand why I try and adapt
Me and him cannot shake hands, why trap when I'm a free man?
You so a loss, you a robot, who done told y'all niggas to break dance?

Hundred grand, tell em' bring em' out
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop a pill, pop that pussy, bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move

 

Death Comes in 3's

R.I.P to the competition
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
(There is no competition 3)

The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the...
The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the-the...

I think by now that you and I know
And if you don't,
The motto in my hood is "Do or Die", ho
That just means you do or you die, but you decide though
Writing shit about me? Now thats a suicide note
I should drive a black hearse, with a suicide do'
Nickname that shit "Coffin Car", but keep your room inside though
Lights on, day time, and I usually ride slow
We on that "Boys II Men", its so hard to say goodbye, "Flow"
Hop out in that all black, they like, "Who just died, bro?"
I say the competition, but they ain't look too surprised though
They be talkin sideways, keep that to a side note
An L.A bitch, that ain't my fault, she wanna be crucified, yo
Jesus Christ, he's just nice.....
Wait, I ain't say that right.....He's just Niiiice
And I heard that death comes in 3s,
Someone please, come get these,
Little rapping bumblebees
Had they buzz, now its gone,
That how it usually come n leaves
They was hot, I was cool, enough of that summer breeze
Some of these,
Niggas say shit, I tell em don't mumble please
Keep bumpin' your gums, I wish all you bitches gum disease
You know somebody hatin', give em this number, please
The number is, 1-800-Hum-On-These
Killed it once, killed it twice, usually I just come n flees
Killed it for a third time, (cuz I heard, "Death Comes In 3s")
Well, I'm back and I'm prompt, nigga
Arrogant and so pumped, nigga
In my world ain't shit free, there is no comp, nigga
Ridin round with my Bronx nigga
Who wanna come n romp nigga?
Can't kick a man when he down?
They ain't say we cant stomp niggas
Flashlights, candles, be prepared for this black out
Black shoes, black suits, black skirt, black blouse
Car service, black 'Lac's
Couple racks in my black slacks
Dime bitch, Ace of Spade, I should be yellin' out Blackjack
BBM in my black Bold, yo bm in my black rolls
She look like Ms Universe and I'm 'bout to be in that blackhole
Get my nut, then fade to black
Damier the grey to black
On the road, we got the Heat, just imagine D-Wade and Black
You wanna play dumb? Black, thats cool
I'ma play HBCU, you can get yo black ass schooled
Welcome to the Funeral University
Death comes in the 3s, this the third CD

 

Death in the Family

[Fabolous (talking):]
I don't got time for all this
Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit
Yeah like right here
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Fabolous:]
Tough times don't last but tough people do
I father niggas the way wayne and puff reproduce
Lil rap bastards
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting
And who you think showed 'em that those broads was nothing
And who you think showed 'em that those cars was something
And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing
So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain't out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck y'all, made 'em queens
Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish)
I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house, y'all looking to hold loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn't have sold homes
So this the foreclosure of the wannabe
If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me
Lets pray for 'em
Y'all repeat this one with me
"now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"

[Hook:]
I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves
It hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love [x4]

[Paul Cain:]
Yeah
Its painful when bestfriends become ya enemies
And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow)
The whole time you conspired to put an end to me
And I'm still trying to show this nigga love, silly me
So I might shed tears as I put on my gloves
But I won't show emotions when I fill him with slugs
Cause niggas die everyday here
And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare
Niggas don't play fair
That's why I'm straightforward, fuck being all discrete
If I can knock 'em off quick, fuck beefing all for weeks
So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep
Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep
Who taught ya the game, who showed y'all the streets?
And who bought 'em them things they sold y'all for cheap?
And who came up the bill when them hoes called police?
Now you fronting so I gotta expose y'all to see
Ungrateful motherfucker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me)
Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me)
I was spitting live on hot 9
You was still rehearsing
Already my son and this was before I met you in person
So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase
Like that bullshit you wearing
You're always gonna b worthless
You just spit it, I lived it
Who's really writing the verses
Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses

[Hook]

 

Diamonds

[Chorus]
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction!

Yo, You think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators
They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on
Got 'em, get 'em close and, lookin' like I scooped up
The Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
They should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds

[Chorus]

 

Diced Pineapples

Shawty so cold, pussy want her fresh,
Reservations to eat and youre my dinner guest.
Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess.
Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flash.
But I aint try to hurt her, cause Ive always been the best,
Im making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest.
Sex, sex and link, get a hundred when I test,
Im a friend of a telling, so Ive always been impressed.
Sex in the city on my black side sheets,
Wet as hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets.
Lid a few candles like my power hadnt reached,
Then I took you places that her last nigger hadnt reached.
Bitch so bad that her parents went through hell,
Smart mouth when we argue, you were switchy with the Yale.
I wanna touch her, not using my hands,
Make her dance without using the bands.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, dont it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say cause youre mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

The club popping but she aint trying go there,
Her friends know where she going every time she tell them nowhere
Im the only one that get up in the VIP,
My money grown, baby, aint no need to see ID.
Slide a some just to come through, host money,
At least niggers know youre getting through the most money.
Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear,
But youre overdressed if youre wearing underwear.
I turn up, couple Js to burn up,
Couple spice to hide out, now let that playlist right out
Where I live on Sunday, her place Monday,
Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy.
Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe.
Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo,
Bad bitch good girl around the Christmas, though.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, dont it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say cause youre mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

Pussy sweeter as a fresh fruit,
She good and I drink the best juice.
Im drinking till nothing left to,
And she playing with herself, too.
I be thinking about her all day,
She perform like its Broadway,
Yeah, it happen to rain, she on top of the brain,
Got the windows down, broad day.
Just look at her, spectacular,
The one in stove, flipping like a spatula,
Other niggers want her, but you see the niggers whack to her,
Side beats tripping cause Ill never get back to her.
My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her,
Shes a trigger, I never seen her with a bad bitch.
Unless shes meeting on these other bitches average,
Hundred percent real while these bitches is plastic.
Miracle goddess, she walk like she need her ass kissed.
Walk like she need her ass kissed.
Diced pineapples, super fine at you,
Is she getting ahead, she throwing a mine at you.
Fuck these other bitches, nigger, she dont mind what you do.
I just wanna watch, I aint taking time at you, dudes.
Never faking, why they hella friend?
Keep it real with her, yeah, thats what she ever wants.
Some bout to anchor me, shouldnt never discipline,
Wondering on the balcony, were about to smoke another joint,
Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock.
Metaphoric bliss, shawty, youre the shit,
Couple days with her, man, thats all I ever get.
And she got a little sister, thats what she ever with,
Game like a nigger, man, thats what she ever speak.
Montreal was our first time, swear pussy just like the first lines.
Scars on my back, she left couple, spent a couple stacks, had her put a couple pair.
Try to beg mine, my nigger out of bootie,
Never retract statements, nigger, Im never scared.
Niggers be switching up, but nigger, Im never weird,
Back on another leer.
I leave niggers here, all in another year,
All in another lane, all in another gear.
All of you niggers lame, all of your niggers here,
Listen up, bitch niggers bitching up.
I guess youre doing what youre supposed to.
Let a real nigger hold you.
Back to my baby girl, though, I just need you in my world, yo.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, dont it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say cause youre mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

 

Do the Damn Thang

[Intro]
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me

[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

 

Don't Stop Wont Stop

It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things
That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me
But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me
So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah

It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'
Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces
But none of these motherfuckers do it like me
Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we
Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee
See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed
But if they get in the way they get stepped on
It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on
Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on
I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names
Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you
Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to
That I won't stop, and I don't stop

[Chorus]
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop

 

Dope Bitch

A nigga need her in his arms, I call them dope bitches.
One thousand Instagrams, that girl takes some dope pictures.
Yeah, they with us, let them through the rope bitches
There's girls you say yes to and then there's no bitches,
You looked blessed, word to the popes picture
Clean as a bar of soap, them hoes is soap dishes.
Uh, that mean they under you,
You know I'm getting bread, no wonder you
Walked up looking wonderful,
Dressed like you had something to do,
But, you ain't doing shit, and these niggas ain't nothing to do.
Why don't we just disappear? That'd be dope, Blue Magic
If this was back in the Bird era, I'd probably be passing them out like Magic
Mami dame azucar, I feel like Frank Lucas
Except I'm further uptown, in the Heights smoking hookah.
He spit crack, the herd has dough
Put that H on my belt cause that Hermes dope,
I got a

(Hook)
Dope bitch, a dope bitch,
Dope bitch, a dope bitch
Dope bitch, a dope bitch,
Dope bitch, a dope bitch
Dope bitch, a dope bitch,
Dope bitch, a dope bitch
Dope bitch, a dope bitch,
Dope bitch, a dope bitch.

 

Dope Boys

[Intro]
And the winner is
Street, d-d-d-damn!

This is a PSA, nigga I'm so fly
Walk through and get searched by the TSA
This is me I say, I love Mexican
I mean Gucci, green and red stripe me down
I feel Boosie, somebody "Wipe Me Down"
I shit loosely, hope y'all got a diaper 'round
Cause I, pull up to night clubs, shit beamin
Light fill up like bugs, and they schemin
as they should be, it's all good B
My money talks I don't think they understood me
Yeah, you niggaz don't speak guap-anese
Stoppin me, is like tryin to stop a sneeze
Gesundheit! I won't, the goons might
Get it poppin off like when a balloon's tight
Diamonds like sunshine, moonlight
Oh, you forgot who in the room right?

[Chorus]
The Street Fam's in the building tonight
Whole other feeling, I'm feeling alive
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house... we in the house...)

Look, I'm so sorry; if you don't like
what the boss say, you ain't got to stay Joe Torry
Call me big shot baby I'm so Hoary
Diamonds dancin, gettin they Omari-on
I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold
I hope you bitches dress warm
It's like 30 degrees on my left arm
Below zero with the SS charm
Gestapo get the doors on the car pulled
I sips a spade, take a few cigar pulls
Bosses do V.I.P. never bar stools
Get money blow through it like nostrils
Smell me? That's green cologne
Accompanied by good weed and dro'
A pretty young thing that knows how to fuck me
Her sneaky-ass homegirl also wanna fuck me
(And I'll fuck her)

[Chorus]

 

Drugs (Do This To Me)

You got to take the good with the bad
Love what you got, remember what you had
Always forgive but never forget
Learn from mistakes, but never regret
I feel like it's coming it just ain't never done yet
You wanna take off, go head rev up the jet
Ain't gotta act like our paths should had never met
Let's be happy apart instead of together upset
I got the least out of something I put the most into
It's fucked up when assholes are who we toasting to
You remind me of somebody that I used to know
Me and that other you, weren't introduced before
And I don't like that bitch
We go from belly
I don't like that shit
Who's gonna fill your space
That's still a case
Ben Franks the only familiar face
Get money

[Hook:]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry I must have you confused
Cause that can't be love
You took advantage of a good thing
And that ain't a good thing
Take it how you want

 

Everything Everyday Everywhere

One, two, R-Les, Loso, we do it like, hey!
Yeah! Let's go R-Les
Just rock with me now, yeah!
Yeah, ohh
NextSelection, ohh

[Fabolous:]
Same shit different day, just ride through the city, lookin pretty as the usual
(This what I do)
It's the same old thang, got the name on the chain, just to let 'em know, who's who
(In case you ain't know so)
And they know I've over here, so they come and find me right after they lose you
(What took y'all so long?)
For you niggaz in the way, we can let the guns say - excuse you
(Pardon you lames)
At the end of the day, we just tryin find our way and I might be a come up (nice)
And baby you can hitch a ride but you gotta know how to do more than keep a thumb up
(You ride stick girl?)
It's so incredible that it ain't edible but they know the cake's real
(I'm the Pillsbury Dough Man)
Yo, I couldn't even say, ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel

Chorus - Keri Hilson & Fabolous:
Yay, everyday is my day, I'm a do it my way, everyday, yeah
Everything about me, what they love about me? Everything, yeah
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby, yeah, baby
And everybody's cool, but y'all, just, ain't, me

[Fabolous:]
Somebody better tell 'em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby (hey!)
See we be everywhere and they ain't never there, couldn't tell you where they be
(Where you at baby?)
And you already know you ain't gotta ask me you can see that everything is up
(What's up son?)
And I'm so about my money, you ain't talkin about no money
you ain't even gotta bring it up (Huh?)
And I hope you don't think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger up (haha)
I just stay sucker free, leave the lames where they be and I let my chips Pringle up
(That means stack)
Everybody calm down, there's enough to go around, you just gotta say how much you want
(Talk to me)
Don't know what you're lookin for, unless it's a problem, I promise this ain't what you want
(Nigga)

[Chorus:]

[Fabolous:]
(Hey!), can you do me this favor?
Answer this question (huh?) - y'all gon' try who? (please)
See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hatin'll be by you (hater)
And I appreciate the love, thank the man above
cause a nigga feel so blessed (thank God)
Yeah and I ain't gonna stop, better get 'em Red Bulls
I don't give these haters no rest (yeah)

Chorus - Keri Hilson & Fabolous:
Yay, everyday is my day, I'm a do it my way, everyday, yeah
Everything about me, what they love about me? Everything, yeah
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby, yeah, baby
And everybody's cool, but y'all, just, ain't, me

Every every every every '..

 

Exodus

My youngins get it fucked up when ya'll talk about the game
Like it's designed in their favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver
Their rights for a lil' bit of fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil' name
To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
Tell em' you don't do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there's no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas
This nation thrives off misery niggas
So if you ain't trying to let your hard times increase your wealth
Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin' to fuck with those who trying to sell them
See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I'm tryin' to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing, but don't worry they'll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
They'll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch
It's my brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
Cuz we refused to do the knowledge
Nigga, you can't learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick up a book or something
Or fuck it, Black Ice will put it in a hook or something
Hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin' that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin' thru it
You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk

 

F You Too

Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)

[Chorus 1 - Paul Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)

[Chorus 2 - Fabolous]
I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you
That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you

 

Fab Freestyle

Yo, it's gettin' hard to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin' hard white
Balls faster than Roger Clemens
Y'all know the kid with the "O"s thats as large as linens, when it comes to
Selling trees--I'm as large as Timberland
My lawyer got my charges slimin', he said the only way you going upstate, if
Its along with women
Pull out the garage like Gremlins, a rockford fos. system in it, that'll have
The projects tremblin'
Yall know nothin' bout lettin' a few sprays go off, yall only reach for your
Hip when your 2-way goes off
Shots'll fly by your head, your tupee blow off, I aint Crip, I'm just a
Blue-grey show-off,
Ghetto Fab, I more than rap for my bucks, keep two nines on me like Warren
Sapp from the Bucs'
The word I'm ballin', be flowin' til my jet shakes, and I keep chicks in my
Lap--throwin' me head fakes
Nigga, I walk around with them grands you stackin', and me and Flex dont
Roll unless they Andrew Jacksons
It's Brooklyn by me, the crook that I be, y'all even look or eye me, y'all
Gettin' hooked to an I.V., mutherfuckers

 

Faboloso

[Intro]
Haha, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh-huh-uh
uh, uh, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh

Mida, allow me to introduce myself, I'm known as Faboloso
When it's time to slide, I'm known to grab the most hoes
When I climb inside, they known to grab me close though (yeah)
When it's time to ride, I'm known to grab the toast though
By the expression on these hotties grill (uhuh)
I can tell that wanna holla at somebody real (what up)
And I'm usually looking for somebody skilled (yeah)
Enough to make a nigga scream Ayayayo
Niggas get mad, cause I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let these AK strays go
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten me
Besides, what I need wit another case fightin' me
Nigga what I need is a ounce of good cronic (yeah)
Unbelievable amounts of hypnotic (yaeh)
A shorty wit a ass that bounce like hydraulics (yeah)
And a nigga is straighter than six o-clock (yeah)

 

Fall Back

[Fabolous]
Hey yo ain't nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees
And y'all comin short like the sleeves on the tees
The money long here like a weave to your knees
So I don't just stunt man, I leave with the breeze
And I don't just front man, I back it up
I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up
I breeze through, bullshit, I sees through
with the snub nosed three-eight, bullets just squeeze through
Chah, and he's through, just like autumn
When niggaz slip and they fall, guess who caught 'em?
Fuck it! Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em
Next year Gucci shoe, yeah I sport 'em (yeah I sport 'em!)
And I would tell you where I bought 'em
But they ain't from here and they might be {?}
So fall back like the seats in the back
Niggaz late, take your seats in the back, church

[Interlude]
You heard what my boy said
Ain't nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees
That's right he on a money run
Loso you lappin these niggaz

[Fabolous]
And ain't nuttin up but the top on the Coupe
The pockets are fat man that's guap' with a scoop
Got Three Little Women like a pop singin group
I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop
They on my joint, that's how I roll up with the paper
Under the wing niggaz just fold up like the paper
You gon' make me put you in a headline
And your girl gon' help me come up with a hair line
The suck game while I'm drivin is a fool
She know it's head first like she divin in a pool
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Bitch blow whistle like she had a ref's throat
Foul! And that's so flagrant
Aim at your neck and I spray that fragrance
I'm wear the chrome like cologne
Smell me? Nothin you can tell me - gone!

[Outro]
Ain't nuthin you can tell this nigga Loso man
What you gon' tell this nigga man?
This nigga know what he doin man
Young niggaz just fall back out here man
All y'all niggaz - you, you, you
Tap him on his shoulder, you!
All y'all niggaz fall back
It's ours, Loso is here

 

Feel Like I'm Back

[Intro:]
Aye my nigga, do me a favor. (What's that my nigga?)
If you happen to bump into the streets
Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that.)
I appreciate that (My nigga)

Na nana na, nana nana na [4x]

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

Hey hey hey hey
I take it in
I blow it out
On the courthouse steps after they throw it out
Bentley waitin by the curb, I spurr it out
Doors don't open they self, the chauffeur get out
My exhale made ayething a foggy blur
I make my way thru the reporters and photographers
I take my lady's hand, I shake my attorney's
Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey
Told the driver hold off before we pushed out
I let my window down and out comes a kush cloud
Any last words?
Justice has been served
Now back to the streets that's what the hustlers deserve

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

 

Fire

Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
["what" - repeated in background]
[female voice: "yeah" - repeated]

Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here

[Chorus - Joe Budden (female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus)]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
["yeah" - repeated]
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh

 

First Time

Now I Rememba Datin The First Time Was Intimidatin No Rush Doe I Spend Da Hol Nov.
Waitin Come On.. Look At The Patience Dat Im Demonstratin Afta A Week Or 2 I Usally

Start Eliminatin But We Got Thru Da Convo On Da Phone Now We Finally Chillin On A
Condo All Alone I Tried To Be Expressive With Out Bein Aggressive Jus Being

Suggestive A Lil More Impressive And Im A Good Playa I Listen To Da Coach He Sho Me
Da Play Book And Said Dis Is Da Approach If U Ever Wanna Score Cuz Some Players

Rush They Shots Dats Why Dey Neva On Da Floor N Dats Y We Both Feelin
Comfortable Like Long Time Friends Only Been A Month R 2 I Got Moves And I No When

2 Make Em But I Only Give Em If I Knou Could Take Em (Uh Oh)

[Rihanna:]
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This

The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You

 

For the Love

Would you do it for the love?
Would you do it for the love?

Could have left a long time ago fuck it where I'ma go
A brother back in the house, couldn't let Obama go
Do it 'cause you love a nigga have I felt my mama go
Those who just follow green, they the first kind to go
Being broke and the joke I'm too comical,
7 digits nigga 2 commons hoe,
Make your first million don't make it your last
Don't come if you ain't ready, don't try to make it too fast
Can't learn shit if you never make it the class,
Can't just for psycho it should be place in the trash
I started one more money and a stacy dash
I call that close a house in a place to crash

Pull the Hammer like the camera you don't wanna face the flash
'cause you lose one of your sons and there's no replace in that
Let the face as you show be the face that you stash
It's more what that came from yall know where I came from
It's all about that boy that call me papi
So I'ma keep making that paper papi
Your swears can never stop me, that try it used to play me
Two lines so you fuck boys polls that not play me
Right from where I left off let's get back to that real shit
That's sip back just chill shit, weed packs that I kill shit
I cheat back by trill shit, sweet that I feel shit
I gave you fall and be a kick... some real shit
Who's fucking with me, I mean Versace bitch
I deep all your hoe you niggas hide your bitch
Like the chain raise grandmother gave em
I got a thing for women I like to missbehaving
You know light bad, mike bad
So I'ma check em when I see em, night add,
'cause in this life things come and go like fast
And I'm that one who's favourite using like had
I'm in the having shit turning dreams to average shit
Bringing the trophy to the club, dollars maverick shit
Nice, I came from first of the month money
To waking up whenever I want money nice
I chase paper I hunt money,
Make 50 racks I drink PM and calling lunch money
Nice, nigga you stunt money is blunt money
Your bull only got a text back with once from me
And I was what the fuck you want from me
Haha but I know the the fuck she want from me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You ain't gotta front for me I know
I know what you want from me I know
I know we all want the money
Only right you're getting to it,
Question I come to you if
Is what you do it for the love
Would you do it for the love?
Would you do it for the love?
Would you do it for the love?

No, would you do it for the love?
Would you do it for the love? x 4

 

Forgive Me Father

[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's alot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs
I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea

[Chorus]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

 

From Nothih' To Somethin

Nigga the slump is over, we winnin again
Bring some money out homey, we spend again
Wipe the frown off shorty, we grinnin again
Did he say again? Yesssss... we winnin again

[Fabolous]
I'm ridin through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin
Me I'm just acknowledgin, with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick, who belong, on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin, but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a fuck, I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar, you might be familiar
With a few faces but they still the nine milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy bruh
I do more than William Bryant, I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not, really the, kid at all
But I hope you get it y'all, I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all
What I don't get at all, is what these critics call
Stuntin, don't mean nuttin, they don't live her like they read it y'all
It ain't the car, it's the way it's kitted y'all
Meanin it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang, if not expect this bang
But all this wreckless slang, it don't effect us mayne
They build you up to break you down, it's just like Tetris mayne~!
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal, I is the important deal
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's Jordan deal
I'm young mellow game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nuttin into somethin, you can do it too
This the music that you do it to, 'Lo-so

 

Fuck 'Em All

[Fabolous (Red Cafe)]
Go for some food baby
It's Loso man, representin Brooklyn to the motherfuckin death
(What'chu want what'chu say?) Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
(Overstand what the fuck is goin down) {I'm everywhere!}
Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all {It's the Family}
(I'll be seein y'all) Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
(It's not an act) Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
{We see everything!} Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
{A-M-G} Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all {Trendsettaz}
{Street Fam!} Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all {whatever, nigga}

[Red Cafe]
You so lame it should be your first name
And I'm so raw I'm Bolivian cocaine
I'm the next of kin to Loso or Kane
I'm disrespectful I'm drivin in both lanes
They pushin my buttons to fuck with my campaign
They know Jermaine is here to take over the game
Now I'ma hear my chain or the Crown Vic chain
The shakedown chain, I clean it in champagne
Then I take aim and I blocka, blocka
Them heavyweight shots from the choppa, choppa
You can Google Cafe, I'm a shotta, shotta
And me no play play when I wrap a, rapper
Since the bubble L-E-X-U-S
I've been swervin and servin the whole U.S.
The Remy and the bourbon be burnin my chest
S.F. we the best, middle finger to the rest

[Fabolous]
I said, fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
Cause I shot so much I smell like the fuckin mall
It's so many guns ain't nowhere to tuck 'em all
And you might dodge one, let me see you duck 'em all
No way, no how, shit I know that
Almost as much as I know O.J.'ll blow trial
I be in the club, Rose, no smile
Few pretty chicks like "Okay can we go now?"
I must be the niggy
I run in your house, snatch your lil' russy and diggy
It's nothin no biggy, and if I hafto I do it myself
I'm feelin like a Puff with no Biggie
Now these joker niggaz OD'n pullin a huge head
So I'ma kill a cow, make sure that the beef's dead
Burger-ass niggaz, I look further past niggaz
And go over the head of Uncle Murda-ass niggaz
I said, fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all

 

Fuck Wit' Street Fam

[Intro: Neo Da Matrix]
We fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, we fuck with that Street Fam [3X]
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam

[DJ Drama over Intro]
Shout my nigga Shaq, Nick Rudo
Shout my nigga Rich Rock! Killer Kev
My nigga Top, whattup Mike?
Shout my nigga Eastwood (fuck wit'cha boy)
My nigga Loco (it's 'Loso) my nigga Ross
(Dramatic nigga!!) {"Dramatic, Dramatic..."}

[Fabolous]
I tell it like it is, motherfuck how it was
The shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz
I break 'em off, shake 'em off, that's just how I does
I'm clean so I lean like the Pisa tower does
I'm on my fa-da-da-da fly shit
Look all you want nigga don't try shit
Back from the future, on some Party McFly shit
The doors go up, and lord knows I shit
on these lame niggaz, on these punk bitches
You don't wanna see me reachin where that trunk switch is
We in the club with the black and white skunk riches
I'm matchin head to toe, down to my dunk stitches
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches
If not, "Walk it Out" like Unk bitches (bitches)
Two-step your ass on
You missed the knock, oppurtunity done passed on

[Chorus 2X: Neo Da Matrix]
I fuck with that Street Fam, we fuck with that Street Fam [3X]
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam

[Fabolous]
You wanna hate us, take a number and get in line
These niggaz start throwin shade when you gettin shine
And I'm gettin mine, like southern Cal
Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style
Ask my momma, I came out the oven wild
My flow is city slick, slow it down Southern style
(Yesss!) Two fingers up, two fingers down
If ya like your chick nigga don't bring her 'round
(Okay okay okay okay) The Bob Barker king in town
If +The Price Is Right+ yeah I'ma bring it down
(Okay okay okay okay) Baby come on down - wait!
Let me tell the driver come on 'round - hate
where they do dat? Everywhere we be at baby
Brooklyn, New York, now you know where we at baby
Come and fuck with us, nigga we love to bang
Fa-da-da-da boys, a.k.a. the Sutter Gang

[Chorus]

[DJ Drama]
Shout to Bridgeport Projects
Loso!! DJ Drama
It's no competition!

 

Gangsta

[Hook]
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo)

I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!)
They love me just because
I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good

[Hook]

 

Gangsta Don't Play

Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion
You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin
Hell yeah we hazin, sexy pair of Bajans
Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama
Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie
They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life
If life's a bitch better make everyday your wife
I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots
Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!!

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away

 

Gangsta mac - I Am the Streets

I'm the street nigga and I don't giving down
My men recall now every blood; get the 'what I am
Finely post it up 'cause I've been ...
I'm not seeing every thing my bitches so unclearly
How was the bricks was the with drugs here
Nigga split like hard wide, nigga got that high
I swear to God they get that 'heal
Yeah, I won't see the hole from a nigga on top man I got you '
Like an avalanche the way you going down you were a happy man that goes '
And I am the streets nigga that's were I've been
And no one in this world, nigga '
I don't see you cooking crocks, I treat you with hores
The bitch walks 'so you know how that go
Every day I walk around, many, many miles
And say in every way 'stay high
I am the streets and I don't want give a damn
I am every corner of every block
Nigga that's what I am
Find me post it up, 'cause I've been on '
Every thing that I see, man every vision is so clear
I am the streets and I don't want give a damn
I am every corner of every block
Nigga that's what I am
Find me post it up, 'cause I've been on '
Every thing that I see, man every vision is so clear
Brother, said you are a richer
And he says that live above the '

Had a nigga be so 'every body wanna be with scar on face with out the money or a '
Brothers get what nigga want, they will make your life change
Last money, had gold but today you got anything (nothing?)
Bitch rent cars you can save the nigga 'balling from a '
Starch back, try to take this bitch right
And disappear in the night
It's fucked up, when every body see your face
If you won't be ...it's been the nigga that's all the case
And I got to say, it's been like that since day one
Nigga don't be fighting no more, they pissed the play with their gun
You can run but you can't hide 'caus that nigga gonna see
And nigga, I'm every where on every corner
I am the streets and I don't want give a damn
I am every corner of every block
Nigga that's what I am
Find me post it up, 'cause I've been on '
Every thing that I see, man every vision is so clear
I am the streets and I don't want give a damn
I am every corner of every block
Nigga that's what I am
Find me post it up, 'cause I've been on '
Every thing that I see, man every vision is so clear

 

Get Down Or Lay Down

Ay yo, it's get down or lay down
My shit sound like trey pound
Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns
Get a bitch? I got a bitch
She get round, she stay round
Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground
I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw
On the road to riches, these broads get detoured
They just firecrackers, we more like C4's
Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up
Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?
Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline
I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit
Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care
They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare
Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet
Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas
Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga

[Hook: Fabolous]
Get down now
If you gon do it, baby, then do it now
Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on
Your chance'll be gone

So get down now
Get down now
Get down now
Get down now

 

Get Right

Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year
When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares
It's like Bugs up in here
Like Thugs up in here
Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air
HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there
See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear
Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear
Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair
Even dykes tug on my gear
The way I like strud up in here
Look at the nice smuds that I wear
Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin
The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin?
I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya
18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines
And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina

[Chorus]
Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite
Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite
Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey)
Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho)
If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite
Ladies (Hey)
Niggas (Ho)

 

Get Smart

I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian
Who have the weekend occaison
Sneak in the Days Inn
I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin'
Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in
Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion
Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement
With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice
Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is
So you ain't gotta be perfect
I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it
Still what I mean is
Your brains gotta send chills through my penis
'Til I feel like a geinus
Look at it from a playa's postition
I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition
My classes be like two three hours
That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser

[Chorus]
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades in all of my classes
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes

 

Ghetto

[Intro - Fabolous]
From hood to hood they see what's hood
And know who I be! uh!

[Fabolous]
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep running through your city's maze
Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill

[Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)]
From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto!

 

Girls

[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world

Girls want to be part of my world

Look, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz I like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or I may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then let me see ya hands up
Now

[Hook]

 

Goner

This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
Yeah baby, let's do it

Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion
Girl and still don't got no ring?
Back then, you was a lot younger, now you older
Broke my heart on what you had in the stroller

On the low, that could of been me, huggie down
Fly and handsome, talk about little Starsky
With little Barkley's, little car seat
Two years later here comes little Sharneese

I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove

But um, besides the lane, you look the same
Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang
Ankle bracelets that Donna Kay shit
I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips

Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit
Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit
Pardon me, excuse my French
Just read my lips, girl, everything's me

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner

Look around everybody sipping on rosette
All in our business they wanna be nosey
He's with her, gonna be all in the streets like a Jeep tomorrow
Don't worry, let's breeze the bar
And in case I ain't tell you those jeans is hard

And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight
Run into the police, fuck them niggas
I pull out like a tooth when the back is rotten
Finish 'em off like your menstrual after you spotting

Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips
And my miss got me wanting to sing
Walking down the street, watching ladies
I go by watching you, watching you
I want you like if I ain't got nothing to do

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner

Somebody better call the cops
'Cause if that thing cock back it's gon' pop
Once me stop moving it ain't gon' stop
Whatever that girl wants you know she got shopping

Somebody better check the swag
We rack up and never check the tags
We just stuffed it all in the bag
Oh, you mad? Well, too bad

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word, baby girl, I'm on that
Hey, anything you need, anything you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I gotcha, anything you need, I gotcha
Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
He's a goner

 

Gotta Be Thug

Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
For Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
Got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
If my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
Then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
Come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
To leave you and the driver splitted
With your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
Puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
Operate with more chips than IBM
Fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.

[Chorus]
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.

[Fabolous]
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
Swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
Catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
Niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
End up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
Get ADT alarms and new names
Come in the club, under each arm is two dames
Buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
Niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
Flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
Ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
Niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
Hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
Hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
Bed ridden talkin' to investigators
Now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'Cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
Dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
When police come for me, fly West to Vegas
Ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
My pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
Just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
We ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
Make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'Bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....

[Chorus]

 

Guess Who's Bizzack

Fabolous:(Intro)
I made some changes in my life, don't regret none of them,
So if you ain't heard from me then you probably one of them.
Niggas want different results, but do the same shit,
They wait for it to come, I became it.
Guess who's bizzack, nigga?

Broadway:(Chorus)
You're back in, how'd i know
Back on the bullshit you're always on.
Everything was going too good to know,
I just want the old you right now.

Fabolous:
The new you, I can't do,
I knew you, this ain't you,
I'm not no angel,
But always remained true,
You hear what they say, my only complaint you
Wasn't just listening, you let that shit taint you.
You fell out like things do, I lost all respect
For niggas that's bitches, so don't call a tech
The bitches get checked like they're all correct,
But they be wrong, that's why they called your ex.
You know talk is cheap, so I call direct,
And you niggas broke, y'all called collect.
I'm watching my close friends like stranger for bread,
You said you'll never change, now don't change what you said.
Face it y'all, all your bitches basic ball,
But then you block it like you eight feet tall.
Homie, I'm in the truck with the soul tape on,
Hoddie up, rest your soul Trevon, I'm that cool.
I say guess who's bizzack, nigger?

(Chorus)
You're back in, how'd i know
Back on the bullshit you're always on.
Everything was going too good to know,
I just want the old you right now.

I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we've made some mistakes.
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you'll never change.

 

Hand on My Glock

Nigga I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed
That med them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed
I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me homey
Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony
Famous but you don't know me young'n remember that
War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat
Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
Really a killer dressed in black, killin for them paper stacks
Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer
Police, give me amnesia, nigga I know the procedure
I'm sick, no anasthesia can cure, what's in my genes
Fuck a stash spot, nigga my pistol is in my jeans
I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough
I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico
AMG, pay attention, Embassy, niggaz listen
I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherfucker

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Violate me and you will get popped (get popped)
Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy

[Willie the Kid]
No! They don't make 'em like this no mo'
I'm as, real as they come, as fly as they say
As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames
Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I'm tired of lames
I mean I'm tired of rappers
Niggaz babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
Yeah, I mean quiet the racket
Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggaz lack it
Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket
So many stripes and medals I need another jacket
Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it
Rap niggaz rather bury the hatchet, whattup my nigga Bump?
Just came home, and he don't care neither
Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
Yeah, niggaz sweet like a strudel
Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas
Devoured all the cowards, money and the power
Niggaz know Willie in the mall a couple hours
Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard
I could be wrong, even though I may be right
Yeah, these niggaz soft like baby wipes
And chicks comin to the crib like it's Ladies Night
Hehe, and can't nar' a nigga see me
I'm Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy - Willie!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It's L-A-D nigga
WTK nigga
CUB motherfucker

 

Hate Me Now

[Fabolous]
Yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
Got my nigga Paul Cain with me
Street dreams
I'm what street dreams are made of nigga
Hate me now
Do it now nigga
I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O-
Ghetto
Lets do this right nigga
What the fuck is up nigga?
These niggas can't even breathe now Cain

It won't stop 'till my account is in the billions
And I buy a home on the coast of Miami and the ammounts are in the millions
Fish tanks and flat screens mounted in the ceilings
Sippin' champagne I have trouble pronouncing while i'm chillin'
If I found out you was squealin'
You 'gon die even if Witness Protection put you in the mountains of New Zealand
Cause I hire bountys that be killin'
That play Hide-And-Go Seek and find you after countin' to a million
But a million records later
Theres still some speculators
Man these labels are giving the kid meals and checks like waiters
When I come through you never see my heels be decked in gators
And see Jordans that dropped when you was still a second grader
Spill the Tec on haters
I got a quick jab
But when I squeeze these slugs'll hit you a milla second later
I chill and check the waiter
Dudes play gangsta for a minute but run to the cops squealing seconds later
You still a Lexus trader
My credit so good I drive off in the SC and tell the dealer "Catch ya later"
All I need is one night I don't deal with second daters
Cause the white and gold stones on the grill and neck persuade her nigga

[Paul Cain]
Yeah
Yo Fab
We done pulled the Range out
The Benz out
The Caddy truck out
They ain't even see the 12-8 yet
These niggas still hatin'

 

Here's Another Hit

[Intro]
And you know the flow is on steroids this year right?
{"It's only right!"} It's Loso just in case you ain't know so
{"Oh they know!"} I'm feelin like Arnold in the 70's in here y'know?
Real icy, Call me Arnold Froze-a-nigga or some'n
Yeah... I mean your wife like c'mon, life goes on
Steppin in the spot with that rich young on
Somethin crazy on my arm, yeah, yeah {"Barack O'Drama!"}
We're so out of here baby, yo, let's go

They say New York's got a problem, I'm their solution
I'm the breath of freshness through this air pollution
Dog you the smog that clogged up the city
I jog through ya fog, dawg I'm the Diddy
of this rap marathon, I'm lyrically in great shape
My late tapes are like how to lose weight tapes
The worst enertainers use me like a personal trainer
They try to use my verses as gainer
But these lightweight rappers, don't know what they up against
I put they pockets on a weight loss supplement
You're powder sniffin if you can't see our difference
It's like dumbbell curls compared to powerliftin
The way I pull up in whips
It looks betta than the pullups and dips
I'm bein done by the bartender
I mean maybe it's my star spendin
But better get her to that car window
And shorty said her name was Carlinda
That's cool, now won't you get up in this car Linda
Later I could bend you like a car fender
Have that ass wakin up tomorrow tender
The perfect push-up, it make ya pecs swell
I light the purple kush up, and then I exhale
You gotta breathe, one and then the two
I do a couple laps and be runnin it in 2
I'm nutritious, I ain't in GNC
Try the new dishes on the truck from GMC
He emcee, he ain't got to do no dancin
These diamonds are so performance enhancin
I'm princess cut up, canaried them stones
And I'm well known for how I bury 'em home
I just do my thing, and then I carry 'em home
I mean the world don't need another Marion Jones you heard?
Cryin, lyin that she never did it
Some women are Clemons, they just keep goin with it
Don't sweat it, be like Pettite, just admit it
And for the record they be sayin Barry Bonds hit it
Get it? We outta here baby
Loso is so outta here baby
Street Fam is so outta here baby
{"Gangsta Grizzill!"} And here's another hit Barry Bonds
Uhh, uh-huh ohh

 

Holla at Somebody Real

[Fabolous]
You need to holla at somebody real such as myself
Wont nobody do as much as myself
And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself
For a pretty girl as such as yaself
Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself
And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself
But I... make the time when I have to
Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women
Theres some who be willing and skimming
And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in
They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens
But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now
Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous
Others pass diseases that you can catch now
But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world
And.. i dont wanna live in it alone
Come on

[Chorus - Lil Mo]
Ill give you all my love
And you can always trust
My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never)
Ill never leave (no..no..no)
Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me
So holla at somebody real (cuz i)
Cuz im so real

[Fabolous]
(real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92
(awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you
And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you
The fake may try to blind you
Thats why I stay fly like I do
And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to
First I need a girl that may die as my boo
Then I may try the I do's
But..I refuse to be trick
Or used by a chick
Who gets amusement of kicks
Out of abusing my dick
When its real im all in it
But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it
(noooo) before it didn't matter who
Now I look for some with a little attitude
I could chitter chatter to.. good looking
But witty and compatible
Long hair wit a fatty too
And that'll do

[chorus]

[Lil Mo]
No im not trying to pressure you
But my loves to incredible
For to waste
In front of your face
Then I give you something you can feel
To let you know your hollering at somebody real

[Fabolous]
I need to holla at somebody real could that be you
The feelings that I feel could that be true
Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo
But Im the kinda cat that strays away
Thats til somebody real sways my way
Then I might spend soem days aways
On a asia bay
Eating food made the cajun way
And sippin a lil saki
Blowin a lil brocoli
But this world is full of fluzi's
And bullshit usually
I pull im choosy
And on this joint and at this point
I know I need to holla at somebody real
For real

[Chorus (2x)]

 

Husta's Poster Child

[Chorus: Fabolous]
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they 'posed to smile, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?

(DJ DRAMA!!)

[Fabolous]
Now you could ask any hustler you know
They'll tell you it's in the wrist
I'm a good cook, make a hell of a dinner dish
Get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous
I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres
I got a sales pitch, I should do a infomercial
I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple
Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
So fuck a bitch 'less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don't get me wrong, I'll get at you honey
But I'm a bachelor, all I do is spatula money
Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
I'm a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
Clothin line recipe, yeah I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustler nervous
Got a problem? Don't call me I ain't customer service

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man
Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, call me hustle man
What you need chief, coca or the weed leaf?
Fuckin with my hustle's only gon' breed beef
Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
A Carolina drive, up and down the 95
Got the 40's for 7, but I sell 'em 9 from 5
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic
I need rubberbands, these stacks'll bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good E day
Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay
You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7-11's than the store chain
You give me three of them, I shoot 'em like a milly clip
Roll more 6's out then a Benz dealership

[Chorus]

[Cassidy]
Yup! You could tell I get my hustle on
The scent of crack in my clothes you smell I get my hustle on
It's official y'all I was on my gristle y'all
And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar
Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz
And I had pills but they wasn't Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I'm the hustler, I do it like Nino now
I ain't with the phone shit, in '88 I was only 6
I missed that paper, but nine-six or later (what?)
I did it major, plenty niggaz could vouch for me
Like them niggaz that be runnin the coke house for me
But it ain't 'bout what I was it's 'bout what I'm 'bout to be
So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me ('Loso!!)
I beat my case even though some niggaz was doubtin me
I took them folks to trial, the poster child

[Chorus]

 

I'm a Boss

Meek Milly wattup boy?
Loso the boss
Maybach, the family
Stand up nigga looking down on a slouch
I got a thing for putting footprints in the couch
Nigga mad cause his chick in my section
Take it the wrong way, he dead, die-rection
Come through in the AM, y'all thought the morning
I mean thta Aston Martin, see my thoughts are foreign
I fuck with real niggas who like to pop some tags
I dig a chick who 'bout her money, got some ass
So I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it
She said "no you fucking don't Fab, you just wanna hit it"
Okay girl you got me, but I'm with it, if you with it
I just wanna hear make them funny voices while we did it
I'm a BOSS (boss)
That mean your man run shit
She got a man, but I'm who her man come get
New management, Hermes done with
She let me score, that's foul, And 1 bitch

 

I'm Da Man

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man

[Fabolous]
The motherfuckin man 'Loso
Even better than the past, the present is ours

[Red Cafe]
Yes, UHH! The man of the hour just fell through
I'm the man with the flour, who the hell are you?
If you need it for cheap, I'm "The Best Man"
like Taye Diggs and you, you just a yes man
I'm the take a nigga bitch man
Buck fifty on the face of a snitch man
I'm paid, I just do this shit for kicks man
If I ain't wearin the Gucci I'm into Richman
Damn! Weatherman, the ice man, the boss man
Bling blaow beotch, Jack Frost man
And I'm a Brooklyn nigga man
I stays off the good dark liquor man
Convict, shakedown, Street Fi-di-di-damn
Good as the yay without the Arm & Hammer man
Blue bandana, red bandana man
Fuck it, snap you a shot like you the camera man

[Chorus]

[Freck Billionaire]
They need a armored car to bring the man jewelry in
Top (Candidate), call me (Manchurian)
Every stone that's on this man cool
Ain't no Frecks in the streets like a man who
the young bitches say "Let me hold a stack man"
They heard I eat across the board like Pac-Man
I brought some cash up in this bitch like a banker man
Plus I got the news for you, call me anchor man
Drop guap' on the bling no damn delay
I lay money in the ring like Mandalay
She says she left him at home, I said man he sweet
Cause the pussy on this bitch was magnifique
Quick to tell her boyfriend I don't know her man
I just cut the bitch, call me (Lawnmower Man)
If she choosin you should let her off the leash man
All you do is cuff 'em up like police man

[Chorus]

[Paul Cain]
Yeah, yes
If you lookin for the man then you just found him
Touch thousands - I cop, y'all just browsin
Hundred plus Continental spur flyin man
The fireman, I suggest you don't try him man
I keep a back up, just in case the iron jam
I stay strapped, Tony Starks call me (Ironman)
Excuse me, I happen to be the boss man
I get your wings clipped no matter what it cost man
I keep a Ruger, but I ain't gotta shoot a man
Like Pacino with the shooters I'm the recruiter man
Rap's my new hustle, I no longer move the grams
I hit the booth for the change like Superman
The Breitling on right hand is lightning
The bright man like Chris Ayre, the ice man
Light tan on G4 the flight man
The kush keep me high even with the flight lands

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww man! There go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH!)

[Chorus]

 

I'm Raw

Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw

So hearing that any nigga out cook me
Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies
When you talkin' to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
Go in ya shit, have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie, nice

You niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on
My engine gettin' his Kentucky Derby on
Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde

Speakin' of dirty blond, say hi to curvy don, Fergie John
With the body movement of a turbion
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year so I sit and get fried
Call the weed electric chair

But ya'll on death row, one request left
You lookin' for ya girl, oh, she just left
Her and my dick just became B-F-F's
Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F

I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks
You can't see me neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas, like a monkey no.2

I'm bigger than that, more like guerrilla though
Nick name funeral got that from this killer flow
Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like a rods next to bat, shit

Somebody contact the tabloids
I'm a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy
Yeah, it's all good baby, baby
My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy

We hit the club like Nino in the C-M-B, yeah
Pretty mixed, bitch, I just call her P-M-B, yeah
Watch ya step, baby, gettin' out that G-M-C
You bust yo ass, girl, we both gon be on T-M-Z

Don't be shy, let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is a amber rose you
People runnin' up like damn, I knows you
Hey, ain't you? Yeah, I am that bitch

6 feet deep, nigga, yeah, I am that ditch
Throw it in the bag in the recession, I am that rich
I'm under close watch, niggas got binoculars
I ain't what's poppin', bitch, I'm what's popular

If I'm the one to go at, nigga, what's stoppin' ya?
I call my gun, Nadia and I be finger poppin' her
Keep that bitch comin' like blakka, blakka
Go to yo head like a shot of vodka

Rocka sick fit call a doctor, potna
You think I had a Gucci deal, Waka Flocka
Yeah, I am too fuckin' raw
Yeah, you heard me, I am too fuckin' raw

Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw

 

I Came For the Money

[Repeat 2X]
I'm waitin on my green like I'm sittin at a red light
Yeah the big nigga better have my bread right
Heard if the head right, nigga there e'ry night
Saw him outside in the ride, no headlights

(Turn the engine down man) Got the semi 9 with the red light
He gon' give me mine, or he dead aight?
It's a dead night and nobody on the block
(There's nobody out here and shit man)
In the morning John Doe body on the block
(Leave these nigga right here)
I went crazy on the day I got the fuckin call
This nigga and his bitch shoppin in the fuckin mall
(WHAT?! The fuck he doin in that, fuckin mall?)
I'm blowin up his phone, pussy nigga duckin calls
(This nigga owe me)
Spendin my money on his slut who suckin balls
(I'm killin this nigga man!)
Heard the nigga club poppin bottle after bottle
Whatever car he in, that's what Rollo have to follow
Can't wait to walk up, pop him hollow after hollow
Pass me that shit son, now here this nigga go

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
I came for the money - I ain't here to play wit y'all

I caught him walkin out the building slow, quickly I draw the toast
Shoulda saw his face, looked like he saw a ghost
He kept backin up, I'm tryin to draw him close
He's sayin "Chill! I know what I got for you Los'"
"Give me a little time, a nigga got jammed in jail"
"You know my fam Jamel, look like Sam Casell"
"Got an op with like 900 grams a scale"
"On 7-5 North, Alabama sale"
I don't know the nigga, don't give a damn as well
You no (Negotiator) and I ain't Samuel
I squeeze two then the chamber got jammed with shells (fuck!)
And they say life is a gamble well
(Fuck this shit I'ma kill this nigga man)
Guess today was his lucky day
He gotta move now, I know where the fuck he stay
Taste his little chicken fried the Kentucky way
Bet if I flash that, she know where the stash at

[Outro]
That bitch know where that money at man {"Gangsta..."}
That's what we gon' do, we gon' lay on this bitch
This nigga gon' come through here {"Gangsta..."}
That's it man, this nigga playin with the money

 

I Don't See Nobody

[Intro]
Ay you niggaz can't be fuckin serious man
I see what's goin on
Niggaz stand out like a bum on the street with his hand out man
I'm right here, it's 'Loso, Street Fam
I don't see nobody [3X]
Nah, I don't see none of you niggaz man
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
Fuckin Stevie on y'all niggaz
Stop and lean for mine
WHAT!?!
I don't see nobody [3X]
My bitch is Helen Keller man she can't see y'all
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
The fuck outta here (we been lookin past y'all niggaz)
Let's go 'Loso
When I'm on my grind

Ay y'all, since yay tall, I've been like Ray Charles
I don't see nobody, they all, lay sprawl
Whever they may fall, but that's really they call
Watch the name you say y'all, I may call, back
Once you see that K y'all, they fall, back
I would rather spray y'all than pay y'all back
A nigga got impaired vision, there isn't
A person who can slow mine, I don't pay them no mind
I just can't see it, baby girl I'm so blind
Busy on my dope grind, I don't see no sign
of them gettin close to this, I'm lookin picture perfect
Hater you can posted this, I got a phone nigga
cataract, nope, I don't even chatter back
I just got the Caddy back, with the D's on that bitch
Maybe it's the dark shades, blame these Mark Jacobs
But if we sleepin on you niggaz, I ain't tryin to wake up
Nah!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't see nobody [3X]
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
When I'm on my grind

[over Chorus]
I can't see
No f'real I can't see, I don't see these niggaz like
Who gon' stop me? Street Fam nigga
You got glaucoma or somethin like
Y'knahmean? Yeah

I done lost sight of you niggaz
When the lazy eye's left I cross right on you niggaz
I need tintin, I'm squintin like the sun is in my eye
But my nigga's on the trigger and the gun is on his thigh
Wait for one of them to try, that's when one of them'll die
There's a lot of pussy niggaz but not one of them is I
I, make it possible for you to go bye bye
In the hospital, you can find 'em by I, C-U
no I don't see you
Nah she don't see him, no we don't see them
And you know mine roll like they wear a blindfold
She won't let son in, she keep the blinds closed
I remind hoes, we don't do the man starin
It's about us, the rest of y'all are transparent
Like my grandparents, I'ma need my glasses
I don't see nobody fly as my conceited asses

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
We don't see nobody man I swear to God like
I'm really Ray Charles in this
Like if you want to be seen let yourself be seen man
Fuckin saga pieces of shit man
Niggaz, see niggaz hate you on on the inside
Like, love you on the outside

[Outro]
I don't see none of you niggaz man
Rollo what it is man I see you out there man
I see that Street Fam
Let's go
Like I told y'all niggaz man, we go everywhere
But when we there I don't see nobody man
That's it man ("You can't see us!")

 

I Love It

Pretty girls with them Rolexes
No time for a hoe flexing
Poking out of that wife beater
Big cups, she's so Texas
Big booty that get attention
Like a rap star in a gold necklace
That ass need management
And a bodyguard that wear four X's
Bad boy need a bad bitch
Cassellina need Fabpit
Me and you make hot shit
You the gasoline, I'm the matchstick
Like woof
We gonna burn this bitch down
She turnt up and can't nobody turn this bitch down

You want it, I need it
You got it, I'm feeling
A sauna, I'm hot as a phoenix
You fuck me, fuck me like you mean it
Spank me, you know I've been a bad girl
But every bad boy needs a bad girl
I look in the mirror like they don't do it like that, girl
Heard she nothing like me, La Perla on in a white tee
Red bone, so feisty
Hope you're 'round wherever I be
I promise if I never did, it's time to tell you

I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it

You say you want a taste, I'm bout it
I steer him through the state, air mile
Another round to go, here now
Just to make sure that he throw it down
He threw it down on me
Wait a minute baby, let me break it down on you
Heard she nothing like me, La Perla on in a white tee
Red bone, so feisty
Hope you're 'round wherever I be
I promise if I never did, it's time to tell ya

I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it

Yeah, crop top with her abs showing
Drop top with her hair blowing
Ratchet shit start coming on
She stop, pop, then get low and
Look back and smile at it
I'm on that like my name tatted
PR, DR, mammy thinking my name's daddy
But no way, Jose, I'll feed you a bottle of rose
And spank that for being bad
Them words they tell you don't say
Talk to me in Spanish
I'll tell you what my plan is
Bust one, smoke one, when the smoke clears, I vanish
Gone

I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it
I love it

 

I Miss My Love

I mean, I don't eve know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then...

Met her up town on dykeman aight then light skinned
Starring with a slight grin, I dont know, Might been
'Cause im in this white benze

Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning
But I knew from right then
She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how i might spend.
To make a story short, other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in.
'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22K
He send the Euro's I send the Puredo
Now thats what I like to call a "Foriegn Exchange"
He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine
There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind
My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop
Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!"
I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab
Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!

And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame

And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame

12 months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo
Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow--
I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo
In the past week I watched 50,00 grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo

Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong
The money's so strong they see it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.

I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive
Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive
I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it 'cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust"

So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing-
A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying

I'm in the GT headed up to CT, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like ET
I got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I aint in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!

But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat-
Better not be no bull shit, I aint even wit that..

Back to what a nigga came out here for
This 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's

Head back to the city, call up the commitee
Get ready for tomorow, they're comin' in with 50
-I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must aint get his gwop

He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up-
Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up!
She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up.
She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' Flix up"

I asked him "Was he sure"
Shorty's "Mi Amore"
This happened to me before, with my man Diadore-
Over a Ki(lo) of raw-
My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt.
He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me
Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me.

Normally, I would have just ended her life-
But this was the girl I intended to wife

So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin'- shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort
She woke up mad early, so I got up with her
She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted
Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it

We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan
Once she hits the spot, one shot- see you later man

I watched her in the building,
Knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car
Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car
But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be yall's

I let one tear fall at an unfair call
Ya whole life can change in just one year yall..
Caught in a thought, then I heard a :: BANG! ::

Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love.

It's so crazy how it happened like.... It's just... Crazy...
It's just crazy you know? Just the way it happened it's just...
One thing... Aint no Love in this shit,
Aint no Love in this game, There's no love... LOSO...

 

I Usually Don't

I beep my horn and they come to the car
Damn right, they come to a stall
That's right, it come with the car
Now tell your boss, you cant come in tomorr
My dro come by the jar
They bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
Nah nigga I ain't come here to spar
These hallow tips will come where you are
I stomp through smooth with the soldiers
Two steppin and movin my shoulders
Now the money's rollin in
We got bottles lined up like bowlin pins
Mami, you standin with a slouch
Starin at me, while I'm standin on the couch
Come and get in the blue flames
Have a sip of this blue shit and lets rock!

[Chorus]
Now you know I don't usually do this
But you lookin good tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon smoke tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon drink tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon fuck tonight

 

If They Want It

I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rollz out
Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoez out
Fabolous the one from the Menatti Mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed
If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for
?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s
That'z gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh

[Chorus]
Niggaz want it, now they get it
Bitches on it, now they wit it
Flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and bb kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

 

Imma Do It

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

Yeaah, feeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks can kill then my style might bother ya

That's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, Ba-ba-bye to ya
Make it sound like saudia
Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
Watch what he say to her, Ya think
I can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the back
Shit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Errybody and their momma call the feds on me

I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
Look I don't knew it I'mma do it, I'mma do it (I'mma do it)
I got money in my head but I'm riding in the
Drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop) drop (drop)

 

In My Hood

[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood

[Fabolous]
I'm always close to..
Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er
No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats
You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat
Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays

[Chorus]

 

In the Morning

Shawty you autumn time cool
But they don't see your beauty fuck all them blind fools
Body so mean that its border line cruel
Work 8 to 3, then from 4 to 9 school
Dominican girl who knows more than mongul
She say lets stay in the room and order Dom Cruz
It sounds like a plan
'Cause girl once I got you by your limbs
That guy who spot you at the gym cant put it down like I can
I wanna take you places further than where your feet walk
Why scream when your voice is better for sweet talk
A little accent, cute ass lisp
First a toast is said then a flute glass kiss
I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault
I speak body language, fuck pillow talk
We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday
And make a fuckin movie, now that's a matinee
But on the weekdays I wanna be yo' wake up call
Kiss yo' face before you put that make up all over it
You go from gettin' ready at the bathroom sink to gettin' bent over it
Then its over with
Now you rushin' to work, iPod touchin' yo purse
I'ma let you go but not without touchin' it first
When you think 'bout it later you blush and you smirk
Your co-workers thinkin' you got a crush on the clerk
You always talk about yo boss, about how much of a jerk he is
But tell me baby does he touch you and flirt?
'Cause that's how such and such get hurt
And lame ass niggas start bringin' crutches to work
I know you got it girl, I trust in your work
Ladies is pimps too, go a?head brush off the dirt
I be here when you get off with dutches and purp
I want you after dinner, your such a dessert
The night is lookin' sweet the only thing I'm tryna bite is yo physique
And in most cases with you
Only thing I wanna fight is gettin sleep 'cause I eat and go to sleep
You know I is in the sheets, niceeeee
Don't touch it, let my eyes do the undressin'
Play Usher and take ya back to confessions
I wanna crush ya' nevermind the tongue wrestlin'
Wont rush ya, one question

Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Can I Hit it in the mornin'
Sun risin' while you yawnin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
Shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin'
Shawty sun risin' while you yawnin'

 

Into You

I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feels and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I ain't concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you

[Chorus:]
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

Come on ma
It's more than a flashing
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we ought to be stashing
I make sure every quarter be cashed in

I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kind of weed you be smoking
What type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was cripping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So you don't worry about maxing when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

[Chorus]

I don't wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of the strips to Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it ain't because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda #'s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
That's why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, yeah

[Chorus x2]

Oh, no no no no no
Oh no no
So many

 

Intro

You see I come from the bottom, but I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty cause I'm way on the top
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like it say on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch, bet she say I'm on top

"You see I come from bottom, but I stay on the top" [scratched]

You see I come from the bottom, but I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty cause I'm way on the top {"Gangsta Grizzill!"}
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like it say on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch, bet she say I'm on top
I got no patience for slow hoes, so catch up bitch
The best be comin to those who wait but I ain't ketchup bitch
I flip fast as lightswitch (hey) that's right bitch (hey)
I don't swing at e'rything, just the right pitch
You're over a 8, you're over the plate
Send her over send her over I Red Rover your date
Tell your boo boo don't get cuckoo go 'head over the hate
You know how many people end up dead over they dates?
She's a GROUPIE, when I head over it's late
But pull a LUPE, soon as the head's over I skate
Yeah, I'm "Kick Pushin," leave they ass whooshin
I just push for the head, you can say I'm mushin
Slide on these Nikes with my name in the cushion
Same style as the plane they fly President Bush in
(Okay okay okay okay) And I'm gone with the wind
Mixtape bullshit, I am on it again, yes

We back baby! It's Loso
I told you so, so you know so man
Street Fam, the city slicker's back baby
Ay Drama man
Help me let these muh'fuckers know what's goin on man!
(I don't think they know baby)
These niggaz is a lil' slow or somethin out here
I'ma slap these niggaz upside they head
Fin' to catch these niggaz up real quick, let's go
This is that {"Gangsta Grizzill!"}

The, the Grillz, the the, the Grillz [2X]

[DJ Drama]
I mean, it was only right
New year, new money
We had the connect! Why wouldn't we?
They try to compete?
The fuck outta here, haha
I ain't gotta tell y'all niggaz my name no more!
AMG! Street Fi-di-di-damn!

 

It's All Right

All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!

(FABOLOUS)
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear

[HOOK: (SEAN PAUL)]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright

 

It's Gangsta

It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' stay (Y'all know whoooooooo)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo)

[Verse One]
I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz nigga
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!)
They love me just because
I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good

[Hook]

 

It's Ghetto

[Fabolous]
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep running through your city's maze
Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill

[Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)]
From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto!

 

It's in the Game

I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
Dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
It really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
Throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
Just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
This all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
But I ain't even warm up
And still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
You must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
The crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
Thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
Soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
How live it gets in 2003

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live

 

Jokes on You

Make money money,
Make money money money,
Make money money,
Make money money money,
Make money money,
Make money money money,
Make money money,
Make money money money
You niggas got it twisted man

[Chorus]
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh,
c'mon if it don't make me math.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke,
Well I cant take being broke.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money.
Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money

[Fabolous']
You niggas are comical, who me
I'm seven digits two commacal on my mama fool
I'm getting this money and that kill'em
They looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams
Money Mike, I gets money on the mic
And some say I'm wild'n out
Bargadi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing
But I ain't gotta fucking choice
My money talks in a Chris Tucker voice
"And you know this man"
You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian
I start laughing as soon as I put your CD in
You joke, you joke, you kid, you kid
Should have went to Comedy Central with the vids you did
But ok, you B.E.T. only if its Comic View
Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too
I'm Marty Mar, at a Auty Mar
Cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par
Ed Harty naw this is carty ma
But that was a good one, Hardy har
Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh HAW

[Chorus]

 

Keepin' It Gangsta

Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah
Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do
Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas

Fab's livin' la vida loca
Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3
When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the fuck wanna beef
My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
"Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop"
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top
You niggas know where my heat stay at
I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at
C'mon

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta

 

Kinkos

You to fly to be workin, workin, workin
You to fly to be workin, workout, workout
Got me going back to kinko's back to kinko's back to kinko's
You can throw me another free throw, free throw, yeah

[Hook:]
Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
Last night when I put you on the copy machine

This photo you ain't never gotta work never
Gotta work never gotta work
Ooo a little exposure ain't never gonna hurt never gonna hurt you
U got me shootin like porno porno porno porno porno
Big Stick to me just like a bag of fritos fritos fritos fritos yeah

[Hook:]
Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
Last night when I put you on the copy machine

Baby just last night you was just lookin so right
I ain't try to put up no fight I had them legs up
Lamborghini Sucide Body so fly I just had to scan you
Put you on my hard drive Why? Cus
Last night...

[Hook:]
Ooo Last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out so right so right yeah mami can we do it the same
Just like last night last night when I put you on the copy machine
Body printed out just right just right ooo mama can we do it the same
Just like last night last night Just like last night
Last night when I put you on the copy machine

[Hook: until end]

 

Last Time

[Chorus]
This is the last time, I know I'm about to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more (try to walk)
But I just can't leave her alone girl
She keep calling me calling me
Try to leave her alone but she keep calling me calling me and I gotta go

Damn here we go again
I just came back girl dont make me go again
She said you been in the streets
You was with that hoe again
Money wrapped in rubber bands watcha selling blowing again
How she got you on the run
But you call that hoe your friend
You weren't supposed to bring her home
What you do you show her in
I was like show her in? never that oh no anybody in the streets know thats a no no
So no I would never ever, ever, ever
Baby I'm a g yeah thats right the seventh letter
See one thing about the streets where I know the heffa at
And I bet she always be exactly where I left her at
But you know we had a bond no ring no paper
And I dont hear that shit when I bring home paper
My ears to the streets wat you know you tell us
You keep talking down girl you sound like you're jealous.

[Trey Songz]
This is the last time I know I'm about to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more (try to walk)
But I just can't leave her alone girl
She keep calling me calling me
Try to leave her alone but she keep calling me calling me and I gotta go

 

Leaving You

[Hook]
Leave you, I never mean to [4x]

I guess making sure that you good was my bad
I kinda thought you had the same feelings I had
And you helped sell it like a fly ad
But you was mackin at the house, Ipad
Not mad, but there's a few disappointments
Let's just say that I canceled all the few appointments
I blew paper with you, not a joint bitch
I say bitch when I'm tryna make a point bitch
Other times I call it how I see it
I won't give you the title if you don't know how to be it
Which proves, I love it when the shits smooth
But show yo ass to yo nikka that's a bitch move
I'ma ride but what are you about yo
You gon pull a Trey and say let me out though
Never saw it coming, what a cheap shot
Your strongest enemies the one who know ya weak spot

[Hook]
Leave you, I never mean to [4x]

 

Life is So Exciting

It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting.

South beach, spent time there, our show is my time where
Whole crew got them on watch, nigga we ain't by no time shares.
The lifestyle, too fly, my new bitch is getting next fly,
Did I say I'm back to the old me, but my old bitches ain't getting excited.
Ain't going back, I'm stepping forward, don't test me, been prepping for that,
Got no time for that hating shit, my young niggas got weapons for it.
Got teeth kiss that ain't sharp, that bang-bang, that blocker,
I know you niggas is blockist, change your name to Ebacka.
Shit real, shit been real and shit just got realer,
I'm showing bitches my car keys then ask them what's the dealer.
Ain't saying that's your girl, ain't saying shit like brain collars,
It's a small world and hoes make it even smaller.

It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting.

It's bitch weather over here, nigga, sky's clear, nigga,
That's flip flops, that's Americana, that's heel figure.
Young masters at the young party, sitting in the dark as I drop 'rari
That's opposition with a joystick, that's push a button that's like Atari.
Rising a bottle of parallel, so many horses carousel.
I would go loud like a caravan, ghost in the storm, see Caroline.
Marry land, tags on it, heroine, bags on it,
Hermis, grow pillows, miss only couch and crush on it.
Take a look in my view fine and see seven figures ain't to come
I see bad bitches, see blue diamonds, I see saws are two timing.
Gigolo, joggle hoes, jigsaw, I puzzle those,
Cross words, cross birds, I cross country with a couple dudes.

It's the life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting.

When the sun is out we runs about,
Let the world see what this hun is about,
Ain't seen this since the one was out,
With J, pimp seeing and burn.
We're all here, still pimping that big,
Looking that jig, someone go call hot willie,
We need slow mo, more rolls more,
Niggas is drunk and type silly.
Dancing like damn, holding up chairs,
Got PMBs on big ass board of marley, rolling up joints.
This life is so exciting, that money be so inviting,
So fuck with them and then and tell my lawyers keep on fighting

For the life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting.
Baby life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting,
The life, the life, the life is so exciting.

 

Light Out

[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Don't let make turn off your own switch
You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]

I walk up in the spot and see tonight we have a pack house
We all in the building and its rocking like a crack house
All the sexy women wearing dresses with their backs out
My neck is usually lit up but tonight we have a blackout
Call me Tom Edison cause I'm about to light up
My head is in the cloud
Feel like it just took a flight up
They tryin to slow me down like that syrup in them white cups
Clear that Imma bubble like you shoke a fucking sprite up
I don't see nobody but I aint going blind tho
I don't see nobody stoppin me from mine yo
We the money game
We throw up dollar signs hoe
My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe

[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Dont let make turn off your own switch
You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]

 

Listen To Your Girl

Listen to ya girl uh uh what
Listen to her ya heard me?
She know how it go down
Damn Baby

We in the drop top she tellin me she wanna know
Im tellin her I was at the show
She dont belieeeeeeve me
She think she gunna leeeave me
There aint no way any body better than me
Aint no body gunna love ya betta than me
What chou think ya gunna run around
Talkin bout he dont love me no more
What do I gotta do to show ya, I'll get on the floor

 

Long Kiss

I'm getting all keys ...from the South Beach

Nigga please cool sits no
Rapp superstars and a super charge
Left now, cry later, d
Die hater, any nigga try players

They see me in the streets and be like yo his nice
But that's all they know
Have the cash but no hoers pull a men
Nigga be old and he's losing for this hoers
You don't know a damn nigga, you don't know a damn nigga
I surely come quicker
And steel kick with me the same nigga idle flicker with me
Now wanna flick with me, now ask for these niggas'
The nigga higher like the
Yeah I know the rules'talking 'bout all the club walk through
Females brand new, now that club is new I lay my game high
I won my spot back, take two, motherfuckers mad cause I blow niggas head
Got you life on my neck
You just smooth from my
Paparazzi no camera
Found nothing, be casing come up for him

All starts game shit I say stop playing
Face it ain't hard to get it
When she free up we fucked up
Now she spending yours dressing me up
Long kiss, as I kiss your ass good night
As I kiss your as good night, fuck you

 

Look at Her

[R-Les:]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Fabolous:]
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I'm a let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I'm not gon' judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It's damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It's damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(So good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Ain't nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin' em
Girl you are

Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

[Fabolous:]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin' that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin' at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin' em
Ne-Yo bring the chorus bru...

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

[R-Les:]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

 

Lord Knows

Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I'mma keep it sosa while these niggas keep it tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses
And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?
Fuck asked you? you shouldn't be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
Like plaxi-ho, oops, I mean plaxico
Talking bout we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, cheddar bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
That ray j shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can't touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
And you don't want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo'
I ain't one to put no info out, yo

You start shit, I end shit intro/outro
You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips
Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase-qua, that's the four-door 'rati
My aston martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty
Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty
Ain't too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. bruce banner, but the nigga version
And you don't want to see me angry
You won't like it when I'm angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

 

Louis Vuitton

Got a young chick from the hood, south side,
Got a young chick from the hood, south side,
Pops never let her outside,
Nigger knew the type of shit she was up against,
Little did he know she was going to back fire.
But she act right, got baptized, stayed in the quire,
But the thing she desired was a older nigger show her how to be a freak
A young girl is in heat, is deep.
She sneaking out after loose, in the streets at night when the freaks are out.
Butterfly tatt' on her back that she tried to hide until her father found the secret out.
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out,
She living on her own in this vicious south,
Years go by, now I got her in my room
And I'm thinking at the best way to kick her out.

'Cause all she ever talks about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talks about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

I said Louie, Louie, all she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

I told the bitch somebody stole my Rolli', she talking about me, too.
I can't do with the brand new Louis bag, she talking about me, too.
LA on my next flight and guess right, she sent me to
And everybody gonna miss me, too, goddamn be you.
And if that is you, you're so shallow, you on a boat that won't travel,
Won't float and won't paddle if I don't go broke it won't matter.
It's stupid ass shit shit don't make me, a big pole won't break me,
You're so caught up on material shit, we both know that you can't even get.

I mean the Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

I said Louie, Louie.
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

She's standing at the back, is clean,
First store got a bag this day,
Not knowing she was one of them check
With your bags name types.
Anyway, I'm happy that it came off the bill,
Got me enjoy saying as the bell,
She look like she came on herself, shawty, you should be ashamed of yourself.
I'm checking out her true face, thin little waist line,
She checking out my suitcase, like the bitch have canon.
Could've took her number, that be like ticket bad advice,
When you look at her you're looking at a price
As I walked away, she said a?that's a nice

Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

I mean Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

You know the once that are all for the laps on,
Go for the champagne, don't care what you do,
But you better do a damn thing if you wanna win the campaign.
'Cause her company just ain't cheap,
What you probably ain't been,
You can't keep a shallow bitch if your pockets ain't deep.
So I try to be slick and reserve no dinner,
Take you to the club, had to meet me at the bar.
Let her walk in, people from afar, gotta let her know, can't keep her in the dark.
'Cause she will wanna tamp up if you let her, and I thought I knew better,
'Cause she say 'let me start with a double shot',
Hey, bartender, let me get a

Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

I mean Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louie, Louie,
All she ever talk about is Louis Vuitton,
And nigger, I can't fuck with her no more.

 

Lullaby

La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

Let's go..

And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be,
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID.
And I get under niggas skin,
They should call me IV.
But if you try me nigger,
I will be your caller ID.
And that means I got your number.
Please don't make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me a solid.
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets,
'cos you can't see me.
Close eye-lids.
Huh, nitey nite.
I'm with a model chick.
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height,
Body suits, body tight.
Yeah.. I clean up nice.
Catch me on a tidy night,
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites.
Ok it's Loso,
Everybody knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new true-ies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new lueys.
The swaggers in his jeans,
He was born fly.
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly.
That Reggie Kush outta Southern Californiaaaa.

[Chorus]
La La La La La La La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby.

Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..

La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

A-L M-Z

Fabolous, / photo Fabolous
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