(feat. Pharrell Williams) [Intro x2: Fam-Lay] Fam-Lay, c'mon A nigga like me, I'm fresh n drivin ma A nigga like me, I'm fresh n drivin ma Why be frustrated
finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Fam-Lay)] Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!) I'm
(feat. Pharrell Williams) [Fam-Lay] Uh! [Pre-Chorus: Fam-Lay] If you hear a shot nigga, think of me! Cause if there's a stressin there's no question
Trak) (Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak) Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up Cause it's like that! [Verse: Fam-Lay] The fiends is dying
(feat. Lil' Flip, Kelis, Pharrell Williams) [Pharrell Williams] Hmmm yess sirrrrr.. [Verse: Fam-Lay] Rock and roll and roll and rock I got 10's, got
FUCK BACK!!) You don't want it nigga (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!) I take bigger niggaz (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!) [Verse: Fam-Lay (Lil Jon)] Fam-Lay don't give
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'
that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay
sick grind Prefer the money like my Mac player QuickTime Makin' moves, can't let the hatin' scare me You, on other hand, Hallmark stationary What you runnin' fam
a sick grind Prefer the money like my Mac player QuickTime Makin' moves, can't let the hatin' scare me You, on other hand, Hallmark stationary What you runnin' fam
m knowin there ain't a lot of dudes That like the fact I'm blowin Like some runnin shoes on the track I'm goin Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewing
actin like a man Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man I back his hand ya man on command In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam I'm on,
listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay
Pink Friday to Friday the 13th.(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch) Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down, I'm sick