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DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you how we do things
Right now, whach you 'bout to , whach you bout to witness
F A B O L O U S, come on, my man
The album, Ghetto Fabolous, on, man

My gun go and spark
Don't witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son slick remarks, gon' get you blada-da-da, blada-da-da
Y'all walk through my P's in

Wind up hook on machines, livin' peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats I screw the muzzle on the tip
And strap the underneath when I ride through, ya don't see no lid
I put snipers on the like Nino did

All it takes is some C note
To have you on the askin'
If seen yo' kid
I don't scream it in a tone

I got spots in the to stuff chrome
That would of help Puff every hustler on this planet ask
'Cuz I'm away twenties so big
in sandwich bags, nigga

F A B O L O U S
Fo

These got's to be punched
Act stupid, get in ya stomach
you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this door raid

I'ma have the of ya crib lookin' like Diallos doorway
See I all yays, we buy ours pure yay
We on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya

No you take the coupe wit dishes
'Cause when I hit the highway it makes the troop suspicious
Please, I get my from the Hersey
I'm on fly gangsta shit

I pop the collar on my you know I got the heat
The way the Vanson is bendin', same laid flow
No dancin' or grinin', ho else could it be it at them
You have them tappin', they friend, like "I'm you that's him", stupid