[Fabolous]
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Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh
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Ghetto! Oh yeah
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Please believe it, believe it please
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Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh
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Street Family, yeah
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They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
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[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro]
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New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
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This shit's called Grand Theft Audio
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C'mon maan!
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[Fabolous]
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The kid's usually armed
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Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!)
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And find who you fools wanna harm
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Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon)
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The pound slugs look like combos
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A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?)
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I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah)
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Private jet interiors that look like condos
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Ya security look like Arnold
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But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh)
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Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest
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It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat
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Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar
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To looking in a Dupont registry
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I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that
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'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat
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Ghetto
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[Joe Budden]
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OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens)
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In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves
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I don't care what type burner ya using
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Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving
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Look, tried and acquitted
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Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it
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Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out
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No matter how much you customize ya Civics
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Block work, glock work, give him CPR
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(For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR
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Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase
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Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case
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I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?)
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When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds
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I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer
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All you young rap dudes is bammers
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[Paul Cain]
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Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain
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The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain
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I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back
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No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black
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Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap
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I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap
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I still hustle coca and crack
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Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques
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I don't write, I speak what I feel
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And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill
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I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil
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Right hand, few feet from the steel
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They wonder how I flow so strong
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'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long
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I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover
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Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother
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Always ready to clash wit titans
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And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning
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Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in
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Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in
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Motherfucker!
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[DJ Envy]
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People's choice
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Don't forget Desert Storm
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My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens
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Fat shout
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Varcity clothing line
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My man James A.D
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Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party
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You know!
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Grand Theft Audio (Feat. Fabolous, Paul Cain, & Joe Buddens)
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| DJ Envy |
