[Fabolous]
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Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
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Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
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for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
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I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
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got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
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pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
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I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
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if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
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then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
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come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
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I got niggas on my side comitted
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to leave you and the driver splitted
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with your brain spilled inside your fitted
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Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
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puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
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operate with more chips than IBM
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fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
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[Chorus]
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If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
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if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
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if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
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if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
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no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
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If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
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if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
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if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
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[Fabolous]
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Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
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swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
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Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
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catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
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I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
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niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
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end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
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get ADT alarms and new names
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come in the club, under each arm is two dames
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buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
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niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
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flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
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ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
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I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
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shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
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niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.
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[Chorus]
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[Fabolous]
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I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
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hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
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hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
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bed ridden talkin' to investigators
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now these ladies will do anything just to date us
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'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
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dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
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when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
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ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
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smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
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my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
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I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
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just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
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we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
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make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
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'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
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What nigga....
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[Chorus]
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Gotta Be Thug
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Fabolous |