hit and run, we might die today Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, hit and run) Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run
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) [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride
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 hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its
And men'll play play when I rappa, rappa Since the bubble L-E-X-U-S (yeah) I been swervin' and servin' the whole U-S (ah) The Remi' and the Bourbon be
B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook] [Fortune] It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot Four
if Other than young F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S I'm a hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids Benzs, Bentleys and they don't got lids Meet me then you can say you
I'm dead) Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Got my.. Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Its the capital L-capital O- capital S- capital O
CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that's the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that shit off ???, go back to PC And tell
, "Ready to die" Them niggas ain't crazy On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be A pine box plenty of leg room Game, hit me, we're watching X's
boss, nigga my squad deep 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
, peace almighty (peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I
L.A. waitin Mad cuz Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers And they'll kill you cuz Joe can't find Gary Payton Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't
Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck
blood, peace almighty (peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And
told This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed in With the
em wit the beats It's the most hated, America's most blunted See niggas come from the bottom Then we turn around and run it Comfront it, we got cha Hollow
s thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on
