{We trin` to kill these ni**as}
{We in the door now}
{Holla, rule ni**a, with the F A B O haha, yea}
{Cluemanatti}
{My ni**a}
{Holla back ni**a}
[Irv Gotti}
{Murder Inc}
{Run`em down ni**a}

Load the 4 4 up
I`m the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up from the torso up
Leave ya`ll there `til they comin` or the law show up
I`m that ni**a they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop? I rob you, ice your roll up
I pop bottles, ain`t no need for no cup

Roll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore up
The difference between fab and ya`ll, after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain`t gotta give more doe up
F**kin` with this you`ll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow up
Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
My ni**as clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What ya`ll know `bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up

Goin` gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
You know who done it now, few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It`s like a few hundred thou
When we run up this guns to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Ni**a who want it blawgh

Ride for this
Where my ni**as at get high to this
Where ya`ll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya`ll at?
Ride for this
Where my ni**as that get high to this
Where ya`ll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya`ll at?

Yo, you must wanna die
From the ni**a you testify against
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents
Sittin` on nineteen`s, gun stash by the vents
Ni**as is lookin` at the chain `cause they eyes are squint
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Them guys will sprint

Last ni**a that talked slick and been replyin` since
Got a deal, no sellin`, been supplyin` since
Leave ni**as on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
These ni**as don`t believe, then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment?

I`m the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leave `em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
One single, had to tint the yellow range out
Everybody runnin` up tryin` to spell the name out
(F A B O L O U S)

Ride for this
Where my ni**as at get high to this
Where ya`ll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya`ll at?
Ride for this
Where my ni**as that get high to this
Where ya`ll at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya`ll at?