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[ad-libs]
Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things from a different perspective When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get A couple'll lift a detective And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive Nigga, I'm in a aqua five With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5 The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches To open they legs wider than a field goal post Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets The flow is so sick, sooner or later These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags The coke get flew on planes monthly And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka [ad-libs] Yeah, Ghetto... Fab, nigga, uh.. Uh, Street Family.. Uh, pay attention, y'all.. Please, uh, yeah.. You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear Uh huh, yeah.. Uh.. uh.. yeah.. Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah.. Uh, let's get this money, y'all.. Let's get this money, y'all.. Uh, uh, uhhh.. [fades out] |
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh [Verse 1] Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage And it's funny how a few bucks can Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest I don't know you, please move to the left Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah) Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah) This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump! [Chorus] (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride) [Verse 2] Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer Worryin bout, who say that saw ya Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas I'ma boss, that you can never upstand Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can Some of y'all caught feelings from way back Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey Still tucking and letting the fo' spray Still ducking where ever the po's lay And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA! ...And I know Fed's seen The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto [Chorus] |
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Yeah..Uhh.. I know I make u wanna leave the one you with, But I aint lush your Ramon, Im the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin', Who can make em' blush the same when I ask, "Whats my name" and they yell, F-A-B-Ohh You shouldn't have even brought her my direction, Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, Yeah. Im talkin wreckless now, Cause im the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now..nigga [Mike Shorey] Im the fella that keep em yellin, and its nuttin to get em, I don't sweat em', its what I tell em', And they quickly forget em', And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em' And I let em', cause I can spend em' And its more then the denim, But Ive been Born to move, while you dudes be sleeping, The coupe on 22's keep the Shorey sneaking, And she wont tell the truth, she too used to creepin The mic is in the booth, it's the truth im speaking [Fabolous] Any girl I gave it to.. Cant even go love another man, I give it to em' like no other brother can, She say my man can barely move me, Before you made me scream, like a scary movie, On top of that, Im smoother then the rest of the gangsters, And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta Oh. Damn homie, Your girl is with the street Fab. Homie, And she aint fuckin with you [Mike Shorey] It's a shame, you lames Can't even maintain your thangs, And its insane the way, that she gave me brain I pimp things the same, don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain, they just cant restrain Shorty don't try to fake it, Just up and face it, |
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(Intro)
Haha, uh, uh, uh, uh uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh-huh-uh uh, uh, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh Mida, allow me to introduce myself, I'm known as Faboloso When it's time to slide, I'm known to grab the most hoes When I climb inside, they known to grab me close though (yeah) When it's time to ride, I'm known to grab the toast though By the expression on these hotties grill (uhuh) I can tell that wanna holla at somebody real (what up) And I'm usually looking for somebody skilled (yeah) Enough to make a nigga scream Ayayayo Niggas get mad, cause I may slay they hoe But I don't wanna let these AK strays go Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten me Besides, what I need wit another case fightin' me Nigga what I need is a ounce of good chronic (yeah) Unbelievable amounts of hypnotic (yeah) A shorty wit a ass that bounce like hydraulics (yeah) And a nigga is straighter than six o-clock (yeah |
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(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa) ("what" - repeated in background) (*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums That's pocket change, you call that an income? Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh) A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm doin my thing And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride Now, look at here, I took it there I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here [Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*] That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire We gonna light it on fire [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna do it like We gonna do it like (We gonna light it on fire) Triangle Offense daddy Cain (we gonna light it on fire) I know you got somethin more (*"yeah" - repeated*) Don't even hold back Woo, we gonna do it like Yeah get 'em Uh, uh, uh [Verse 2 - Paul Cain] Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah) Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks My waiters make ladies see sick I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me They hate to see me in a party icy Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly [Chorus] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*) [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna light it on fire Yeah, whoa [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like you got shit That's a minor congestion you not sick Now you wanna call names like Tupac did Home boy here's a few glock clips Still Junior like Lou Gossett Joey right back on Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Peform Bloomberg to come get me all I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah) Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot Make your lungs stop, breathe easy [Chorus] [Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire (female voice - "yeah" - repeated) We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire ("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end) |
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(Intro - Fabolous)
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus (Fabolous) I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record And the girls more than like you, when you running run Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up I just turn the system up and keep boppin I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection Till I'm in a joint made for correction And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga (Paul Cain) Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back I get you murdered if I think you a wrap Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at And you don't know how much I been through, in fact I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! (Outro - Paul Cain) And the bad part about it is man, haha I'm only twenty years old man And I'm just havin fun Man I ain't even tryin man Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man I got these niggas man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! it's our year man Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man You already know what it is It's a ho'cide man Stop "Street Dreamin" |
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(feat. Paul Cain)
(Intro - Paul Cain) Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah) (Chorus 1 - Paul Cain) I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through (Verse 1 - Paul Cain) I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the difference now is only Deserts If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah) (Chorus 2 - Fabolous) I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuck you That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you (Verse 2 - Fabolous) When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out Then the Range, wit the fins drove in I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by So what, you wear a vest, why would I care If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won't believe how much ass I touch Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka (Chorus 2 - 2x) |
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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 they military issue Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two Catch a gun case and bounce and 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 aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you 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'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin So watch what you say to them crackers Ill 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, im pushin it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue! Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 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, |
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Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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