Lyrics:
Goin hard until ma last try
She know I ain't finna stay I ratha pass by
I wanna see my team ballin lyk da fab 5
No matta what a nigga do im still da
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy
You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
Intro
Raa (Raa)
You know me
“Hik”
Listen.. ..
Wayswap niggas been a long time
(Chorus)
ShabaLezah make a nigga stunting
ShabaLezah make
sometimes"
"Fourteen and six"
"Nineteen and five to save me
If you don't mind" "Yes, I know"
"Don't you say yes to me! I'm telling you!"
"This is a private
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av.
to see me, the E, and the P
Coolin out on the scene, with Fab 5 Freddy
Back then you didn't know, that I was determined
To be a def rapper with the name
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
[Fabolous]
Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
Baby Screwed Up so you
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
along
Don't take it n try to jump rope
This is how u know u shouldn't feel glory
'Cuz I didn't even show, 'n it end up being a story, I'm sorry
Just
mak More, Mr fab from up north
The civic division from Palm Dale Cas
The Wolfay, AB
And be on the lookout for La Coka Nostra
Yea, you know what it is,
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
beat is gila
Gilazi yeah
You know my stzeez
Stzep to the ladies
Bounce with me
Now you want to get these
Too Phat got you hollerin'
The ones hip hoppers
the projects tremblin'
Ya know nothin' about lettin' a few strays go off
Ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
Shots'll fly by your head
Your
sellin', been supplyin' since
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
These niggas don't believe,
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
Just because you're breathin' that don't mean you got heart
Fuck you, I used to be a robber too
So I know when and how a nigga scheme and move
Shoot
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets
At the most it'll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
mine for the night don't own her
but Own her
Loved by the hood and dudes with comb ovas
No relationships are good I stayin sober
See then adjust and I
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
Now I'm
Why cop I rob you, Ice your Roll up
I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up
The difference between Fab
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