Fabolous]

Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it

Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted

for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it

I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard

got enough chips to bribe you wit' it

pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted

I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted

if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it

then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it

come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted

I got niggas on my side comitted

to leave you and the driver splitted

with your brain spilled inside your fitted

Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM

puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim

operate with more chips than IBM

fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.



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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.



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[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....



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