She looks in the mirror, and the seas are swell. A loser nation makes her starve herself. The house is on fire, she threw dishes in the street. Her body
that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I?G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til
listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous
[Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do Me
Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N
little partial, but here's the brain f-ck We the same cuz I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
ask for a pre...nup Now ask your self this question, uh Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO Would you be with F-A-B-O, if he drove an EO Would you
Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel
us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.
like you got SARS.. [Lil Jon] STOP! IT'S THA MUTHAFUCKIN' REMIX!! [beat changes to Lil Jon's version] [Farnsworth Bentley] B-E-N-T-L-E-Y Yee ain't
Dray Dray With Mo-Big Boys CD's with Mo-Plays Drives with no press Salt with no pepper Even the Eagles broke up and got the F*** back together Selling
who's driving the five double O Like Yipi-Yi Yipi-Yo, yeah When I talk smack y'all better skip back Like here we go, cause the b**** don't play {Mariah
them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather [Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F
keg no greek frat letters. Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter. Ain't no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards you better check tha Y E L A W O L F. Buddy
, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do
you done f***** up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all
like these, no Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin' respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach class, y