Fabolous Lyrics
"Gotta
Be Thug"
[Fabolous]
Yo, Fabolous strive for
digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for
Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like
I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security
at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and
aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then
niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks
on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you
and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous,
the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes
be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news
at Five PM.
[Chorus]
If ya'll see me gettin' locked
it gotta be drugs
if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm
givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be
it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes
are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if
it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
[Fabolous]
Niggas
don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range,
armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch
a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of
Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end
up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come
in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose
change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood
with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the
wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun
in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
niggas love the band, but the
chicks open off the grill.
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I'm
ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on
ya'll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed
ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date
us
'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace
I'm restin' haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin' or
dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that
I'm hidin' the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm
Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo
out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'll
run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take
the rearviews out
What nigga....
[Chorus]
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