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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