songs I couldn't play But every giro day Where you'd dress me like a ladyboy And take me high out of the way And let the horse chase the new deal away
s pretend like it's 98, like I'm eating lunch off of a Styrofoam trey Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A Hoping for a record deal, to re-know
on them beats Real talk.. [Verse 1] They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk Some people look at me as the real talk of New York I ain
Dead' And it's fucked up [Chorus] [Fabolous] You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty A big time dealer
club, reach for that snub Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when
send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me,I tried to hint hoes Look at the hurt your eyes will squint closed Pimpin' here's a new way
t givin' you any weed totes I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats Winter hit, I'm in a new
killing herself I'm having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself You niggaz must've got a deal
can say 20 a block) Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal (My nigga give
My credit so good I drive off in the SC and tell the dealer "Catch ya later" All I need is one night I don't deal with second daters Cause the white and
: (feat. Mike Shorey) [Fabolous:] uh feels good If it feels good don't even fight it man You know? Yeah man Real Talk Of New York [Verse 1: Fabolous
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose Believe the great deal with stress I've been through the most Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
cash is tall New York like Stoudemire You think your hot, well I'm on fire The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it If a new car drops, then I'm tryna
like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either
is my city I'm to california what new york is to diddy and compton is my casa, ay dios miyo mi pecho, frio, drug dealer for life take me to the kilos
Cuz When The Things Come Out We Gona Drop Something [Verse 1:] Man Look At The Wheels The Motherfucking Wheels, Black ??? Bloods, You Niggas Know The Deal
get in line cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-ass bitch I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga So you can run the fuck outta New York, you
I got love for ya pops and I always will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal While