make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow
A's alright (yeah) 'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh) 'O's for the ounces that I got (say what) That we blow everday, know why, why not? [Chorus
they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [Ja Rule
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook
alot of girls now which one was yours? Slips my mind I sips my wine Throw the shades on and I grips my nine The F-A-B-O- On that Neo [Chorus: Fabolous
shoppin' on 1-2 fifth, you could run through Tiff's Who else, you'd rather be in a V 1-2 if Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S I'm a hot kid, hot vid and
part of my dream And Wale told me fuck ya'll, so we fuck ya'll, we don't love ya'll Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call The way
boys fishin You're just a pono wooh da king play yo position Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin' W O O H D A K I N G he super straight Taliban
love the way yo booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Roscoe Dash:] R-o-s-c-o-e mr.shawty put in
love... true love true love...is the devils bombshell its the devils drag strip...stock car...nightshade...quickstand trademark punchbowl low blow true
me Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello
in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded
[Hook - 2x] Who could it be (who could it be) But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B) And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine
[Hook - 2x] Creeping, with the sawed off In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggaz balls off I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline Ain't no running
lie heavenly father, why all of my real niggas gotta fight It was just like yesterday we lost DJ Screw, now B-I-G M-E double L-O Somebody feel my pain
to play me like a H-O-E Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P It's like I'm in a bucket full of C-R-A-B's, but I keep climbing And I keep on rhyming