[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm on the streets like a gangstas supposed to
Two way and cell on my hip I throw my heats on my ankle roaster
Ride, low on my seat blowin' Dinkin Roasters
When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer
Face show on the streets and it ain't from posters
Sells get low on my heat I got anxious soldiers
Talkin' like you bullet proof
We'll find where you move
Put slugs in ya back to close to ya spine to remove
I'm waitin' for the first one to front
So I can put they family and friends in a limo and the hearse in the front
As much as I take on the first of the month
I wouldn't give a fuck about a 5 Mics or a Verse Of The Month
I see ya with the jake too often
I'll leave you in Miami with a hole in ya head gettin' mistaked for dolphins
Ice, Jacob can custom make ya coffin
Its Ghetto F-A-B-O-L-O-
U-S- hello
[Talking:]
He's a monster
This is the Godzilla of rap
He's a monster
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