DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things
Right now, whach you `bout to hear , whach you bout to witness
F A B O L O U S, come on, my man Fabolous
The album, Ghetto Fabolous, come on, man

My gun go click and spark
Don`t leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son those slick remarks, gon` get you blada-da-da, blada-da-da
Y`all walk through my P`s in karats

Wind up hook on machines, livin` like peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip
And strap the beam underneath when I ride through, ya don`t see no lid
I put snipers on the roof like Nino did

All it takes is some C note slid
To have you on the news askin`
“If anyone seen yo` kid”
I don`t scream it in a rough tone

I got spots in the whip to stuff chrome
That would of help Puff Combs every hustler on this planet ask
`Cuz I`m givin` away twenties so big
They in sandwich bags, ni**a

F A B O L O U S
Fo real

These ni**az got`s to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomach
Like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid

I`ma have the front of ya crib lookin` like Diallos doorway
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure yay
We waitin` on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin

No you can`t take the coupe wit dishes
`Cause when I hit the highway it always makes the troop suspicious
Please, I get my dollar from the Hersey
I`m on that fly gangsta s**t

I pop the collar on my jersey you know I got the heat
The way the Vanson is bendin`, same laid back flow
No dancin` or grinin`, ho else could it be spellin` it at them
You have them tappin`, they friend, like "I`m tellin` you that`s him", stupid