Tigger: 

Ok, ok, Bronx style now 

It's off the top 

Big Tig blaz'n hot never warm 

Fabolous, DJ Clue 

You know thats Desert Storm 

Goin all through I might snatch ya girl 

Puttin it down for BX 

P-O-sterboy puttin it down for Harlem world 

Jerry curl your block with the hot stuff 

Big Tig comin on down yea, I got stuff 

Got a few things 

Got a few rings 

Just a lil bling 

Ya girl still sing 

When I come 'round, Big Tigger puttin it down 

Uh, never holdin the Fo' pound 

I just, keep it real and slide to the left 

While my man Fabolous come and make it hot to def 





Fabolous: 

F-A-B, ghetto 

F-A-B, yeah, uh, yeah, uh 

Yo, it must be the way I got these broads swarmin' 

Cuz now even these old dudes 

Is givin me grills like George Forman 

Ya'll think its somethin to bubble nickels 

I'm on the C.L. waiting list 

Bout to jump in the double nickel 

And slim keep grinnin 

She gotta like the way I stop at the light and the rims keep spinnin 

The god will spray with no warnin' 

Next thing you know 

Heat is on yo chest, like Hardaway and Zo' Mournin 

After yo wife 

See my watches lid 

She want me to bust in her eye so she can watch my kids 

I'm still in the club 

Ready for the grimes with nine shots 

I'm hard headed, I aint learn from the time that Sean got 

D.A. know I'm still gettin that Hershey Its playa cool 

You never see me sweat in my jersey 

I been in the P since 

Ya'll been in the Precinct 

Screamin F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S yeah! 





Posterboy- 

Yea, Posterboy, yo, aye yo, check, yo 

Aye yo the kid keep a *BEEP* under the blouse 

And my girl got a *BEEP* body under the house 

And you know I keep it gangsta 

I dont run to the south 

My 16's move the crowd from *BEEP* under the mouth 

In a minute me and Free gon' smash the market 

Puff Puff exhale ma pass the *BEEP* 

When the, see the whip they run right to it 

All they got is hard *beep* and some white *BEEP* 

A star in the hood but Im bigger in Brazil 

Kill a booth and leave Tigger on the wheel 

Ya see me V.I.P guest room 

And real men kill men in the restroom 

So, shy he blessed to be 

If I wave my arm it look like 42nd street, Bling 

Its quiet here 

You can tell Im in the club when police in riot gear 

Everybody wanna shy in they photo pictures 

Cuz I walk in the tunnel with them go-go strippers 

Its a rumor that I twist Mariah 

But Im really in a car studio tryna get with Mya 

Ma fiend to have me, ya'll seen the Caddy 

Hub caps poke out like Trina fatty 

And I never give the D.A. proof 

They just find a promoter *BEEP* in the DJ booth 

Yeah