[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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