[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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