the fly girls On the way and gotta watch them with a keen eye Niggas ain't seen fly till they seen I Maybach cause I'm not a limousine guy Suit with the
young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous (Fab): Preach
s daughters, as clean as spring water 'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah) 'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh) 'O's for the ounces that I got
Verse 1] Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the
entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that
niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you
: [Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook
chec, check Yo... [Verse:] Ayo these rap niggas bore me Flow dormant So corny That's why when I drop shit They jump on it Like dicks They love it Homo
love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big
: (feat. M.O.B. & Nas) [Nas] Aiyyo whassup Game This the biggest boss in New York, Nas Whattup my nigga I love what you doin out there man New York
44 Hits Ya Brains Send A Lil Homie Get Ya Chain M.O.B. Yeah Fuck The Clique Ya Claim From N.Y.C. To C.P.T. This L.B.C. [The Game:] L.A Dodgers Cap,
But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be alarmed, this is not
Dear God Let Me Clense My Soul Throw Away All The Rims And The Gold O No I Cant Do That Do I Love God? True Dat But I Got A Gun So Move Back Im Loco Like
hog-tied, butt-ass naked I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped I love this shit, I work and
Tropical All Guns Choppable, All Blocks Are Moppable I Am Unstoppable, My Calico Is Toxible Lyrically Diabolical, Cushion Is Not ??? [Verse 8: Bun B]
a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find
