[Intro - Fabolous]
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus
[Fabolous]
I ain`t mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain`t pussy, so I won`t allow you to ever dick me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I`m fucking like I`m tryna take down Chamberlain`s record
And the girls more than like you, when you running run
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl`s sure don`t like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I`m on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I`m on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don`t see `em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I`m tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don`t they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction
That`s why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection
Till I`m in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi`ness spread
It wouldn`t even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
[Paul Cain]
Since I`m in the position to get rich, I`ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don`t try to act like the truth ain`t apparent
I`m on a mission to get richer, it`s as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don`t show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at
And you don`t know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I ain`t even gon` pretend wit you cats
And I`m the nicest, I ain`t gotta say it twice and repeat it
I`m a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I`ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert`s the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I`m leavin
You don`t know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!
[Outro - Paul Cain]
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I`m only twenty years old man
And I`m just havin fun
Man I ain`t even tryin man
Desert Storm`s youngest, and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain`t even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
Skatin Dolla
Duro! it`s our year man
Desert Storm, we gon` kill niggas man
You already know what it is
It`s a ho`cide man
Stop Street Dreamin
