from the songs album More Street Dreams
Uh, I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
I think y'all know by now it's...
You ain't never seen a nigar this large
Mutherfuck the house, a nigar garage
is as big as the projs
I move from city to city like a nigar at large
This move is billy D, but it's jigga the bars
Like you really gon' get me
You look hard, but on the inside you softer than
a silicon titty
The killers role with me
You could look at this kid and see just how
them chincillas gon' fit me
I strut through like a conceal a chrome with
Pocket bulgin like i got some millions with me
Any bitch i chill a jones with me
End up butt-ass naked inside a villa horn with me
I got a ziplock, The killer grown with me
A hit a Bobby, and let me feel up on Whitney
Justin a cry a river like he feel i bone Britney
Y'all really don't get me! Y'all really won't get me
YEAH!
Chorus
I think y'all know by now that i ain't nothing to be fucked with
I think y'all know by now that i don't care bout who you fuck with
I think hoes know by now that am the niggar they should bump with
I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Verse 2
I'm often asked, HEY! ain't you that guy
There's noone else from head to ankle that fly
Who put slugs point blank through that guy
And Theres nothing thes dudes ain't do that I can't do
at my earliest convenience
Your girlie ain't forseen since the feature with Lil Mo
Over 2 millons people, I've reached with my little flow
They said i sounded like the kid who speaked a slow
Personally, I think they just reaching a little dough
But now they just calling just to get a feature
so it'll blow/I'm teaching my little Bro
To stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I loose the black Star Power on broads
Even devil worshippers gotta bow to this GOD
I know, to you cowards it's hard
Your career's dead, so i send flowers and cards
with our regards, nigga
Chorus
{Fabolous talking}
Uh, Uh, Niggar
I Think they know by now
Who the fuck i be
Uh, yeah, but um
(singing)
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T*f-A-M-I-L-Y
uH, for all you non-spelling mutherfuckers, Street Family
Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
Uh, Fuck up, word to Brooklyn
HAHa!
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