B.K. Style
Fabolous
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Yea, its 'bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin' Goin' to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol Like a military issue Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two Catch a gun case an' bounce, still they'll barely frisk you 'cause, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on V12's You never ain't never seen it move this smooth on Sprewell's I'm a hustler, he's just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock, could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin' Still I had you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin' So watch what you say to them, crackers I'll put a couple g's on yer head, like you play for the packers I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics You got some sticky weed, pass it If not put it out, I'm pushin' it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal, footed out Blastin' a do-did-it, first before they put it out, clue Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers In the hood, a few big faces and a chain-a Get metal in ya mouth, like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin' a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain Have her suckin' long enough to leave a nigga body drained I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin' stupid people That'll run up shootin' in front of a group of people I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you Ride up on yer Coupe creep you Why you let a groupie deep you? 'cause even if you reppin' like a man of steel You gon' still need a weapon when you land a deal One for watch you slippin' like you steppin' on banana peels Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon 'cause you scanned a mil'? I crept in and got handed meals Now the white and black rides look like salt, pepper on a bannon grill Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mil's? You must be fuckin' stupid, nigga Yeah Brooklyn stand the fucker Every project, rebourse, Kings Borough Push wig, for grain Fill it in, brown fill Lengston you, LG Linda, bandi, steflo, Brooklyn All believe, Glym wall Abyss fill, faragay Mossly Talkin' stumlo, Guonas Rosawell I'm just the project nigga myself
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Written by: KASSEEM DEAN, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, VICTOR SANTIAGO, MASHONDA K. TIFRERE
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