Fabolous:
Yo, i`ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
you gon` die in the hospital
I`m the guy that`s responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon` die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y`all should get Oscars too/ calm
the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that`s not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i`m
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that`s why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain`t never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i`ll show you how to do this young`n/ i ain`t frontin/ these Jordans
ain`t comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
comin nigga
Paul Cain:
Yo, a hustle`s a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i`ma stop ya blood flow if you try
to stop my shit movement/ i`ll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
for the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit the read up
That`s grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i`ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It`s Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y`all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i`m part time Kaiser Sotee`s actin coach
No a days dog i don`t hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
and play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
it`s nothin
Lettin the game know ya man`s on the come up/ first week sound scan
i`m doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i`ll Benzino you
up
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee`s boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i`ma show
you how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i`m in the strip club they
don`t pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had `em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
but they pigment`s off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
from a palm pilot
