D.J Clue, Desert Storm
 You know how we do things
 (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
 whachu bout to witness
 [Fab] F A B O L O U S
 [Clue](O L O U S!)
 [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh)
 the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo)
 Come on man!!

 [Fabolous]
 My gun go click and spark
 Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
 Son those slick remarks, gon' get you
 Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
 Ya walk through my p's and karats
 Wind 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 dont see no lid
 I put snipers on the roof like Nino did
 All it takes is some c-note slid
 To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid
 I dont scream it in a rough tone
 I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs
 Every hustler on this planet (?)
 Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

 uh, yea
 F A B, O L O U S
 yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh

 [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 yays, we buy ours pure-yay
 We waitin on boats, these guys go 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 that's him", stupid