Come on

Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Ni**as 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 acquitted
If my vibes ain`t wit` it I pull the four five and spit it

Then ni**as run to the precinct and describe who did it
Come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got ni**as on my side committed
To leave you and the driver splitted
With your brain 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
F**k with me, you make the news at five PM

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

Ni**as 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 Hussein
Catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain

I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
Ni**as want it, when you wave firearms their views change
End up havin` to move they moms to Ukraine
Get ADT alarms and new names

What`s come in the club, under each arm is two dames
Buyin` bottles of Dom with his loose change
Ni**as hate me now `cause I catch the eyes of dimes
Flooded the hood with Tre`s the size of dimes

Ride through windows low, rims 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
Ni**as love the band, but the bitches open off the grill

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, if 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

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`, ni**as 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 ni**a

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