[dj clue]
Dj clue, desert storm
You know how we do things
Right now, whachu bout to hear
Whachu bout to witness
[fabolous]
F a b o l o u s
[clue]
Come on, my man fabolous, the album, ghetto fabolous
Come on man!

[fabolous]
Uh, come on
My gun go click and spark
Don't leave witnesses to point me out on one o six and park
Son those slick remarks
Gon' get you, bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
Ya walk through my peas and carrots
Rind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef
Thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip and strap the beam underneath
When I ride through, ya don't see no lid
I put snipers on the roof like nino did
All it takes is some see no slid
And have you on the news askin anyone, if they seen yo kid
I don't scream it in a rough tone
But I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of puff combs
Every hustler on this planet had
Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

Uh, yea
F a b, o l o u s
Yea, fo real

[verse 2]
These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid
I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like diallos doorway
See I know all yay, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys know broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the vanson is bendin
Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
Who else can it be spellin it at them
You have them tappin they friend like
'I'm tellin you thats him', stupid