Fabolous

[fox69]

"Guess Whos Bizzack"
(feat. Broadway)

"Guess Whos Bizzack"
(feat. Broadway)



I made some changes in my life, don't regret none of them
So if you never heard from me then your probably one of them
Niggas want different results but do the same shit
They wait for it to come, I became it

Guess whos bizzack nigga?

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

The new you, I can't do
I knew you, this ain't you
I'm not no angel but always remain true
You hear what they say
My only complaint wasn't just listening, you let that shit taint you
You fell out like fangs do
I lost all respect for niggas that's bitches
So don't call or text
Them bitches get checked like they all correct
But they be wrong that's why they're called your ex
You know talk is cheap so I call direct
And you niggas broke. Ya'll call collect
I'm watching my close friends like strangers
You said you never changed, now don't change what you said
Face it ya'll all your bitches basic ball
But then you block it like you're 8 feet tall, homie
I'm in the truck with the Soul Tape on
Hoodie up, rest your soul Trayvon
I'm that cool I said guess who's bizzack

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

[Bridge:]
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we've made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you'll never change

[Broadway:]
But you did soon as you got a chance
Why you poppin shit? you should poppin bands
Living that good life without a care
The new you is high headed and I'm not a fan
But I still keep it cooler, I think you should cool out
For real, cause that ain't you though
Since you've been on that high horse your life been at a new low
And I've been chucking deuces from that tudo with my new ho
Swear to God I ain't losing no sleep
I know you heard what I do to those freaks
I don't beat it up, I kill the shits, cause a funeral in those sheets
You mess with lames, they seven days, I swear them dudes so weak
It can all be so sweet, but baby, do your thing
And mix me with that bullshit that you be saying
You complain and pointing your finger when you're the blame
You know I got that comeback, boomerang
Baby, what's up?

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

[Bridge:]
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we've made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you'll never change
And that's what you told me, but it's not what you showed me
It is what it is, yeah, but I'll always love you

 

[fox69]

"Hand On My Glock"
(feat. LA the Darkman, Willie the Kid)

"Hand On My Glock"
(feat. LA the Darkman, Willie the Kid)



{"Grizzill..."}

[DJ Drama]
AMG is the machine (uhh) Embassy
C.U.B. (uhh) Come Up Boys!
(L-A-D) (The Aphilliates!)

[LA the Darkman]
Nigga I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed
That med them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed
I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me homey
Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony
Famous but you don't know me young'n remember that
War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat
Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
Really a killer dressed in black, killin for them paper stacks
Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer
Police, give me amnesia, nigga I know the procedure
I'm sick, no anasthesia can cure, what's in my genes
Fuck a stash spot, nigga my pistol is in my jeans
I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough
I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico
AMG, pay attention, Embassy, niggaz listen
I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherfucker

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Violate me and you will get popped (get popped)
Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy

[Willie the Kid]
No! They don't make 'em like this no mo'
I'm as, real as they come, as fly as they say
As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames
Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I'm tired of lames
I mean I'm tired of rappers
Niggaz babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
Yeah, I mean quiet the racket
Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggaz lack it
Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket
So many stripes and medals I need another jacket
Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it
Rap niggaz rather bury the hatchet, whattup my nigga Bump?
Just came home, and he don't care neither
Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
Yeah, niggaz sweet like a strudel
Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas
Devoured all the cowards, money and the power
Niggaz know Willie in the mall a couple hours
Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard
I could be wrong, even though I may be right
Yeah, these niggaz soft like baby wipes
And chicks comin to the crib like it's Ladies Night
Hehe, and can't nar' a nigga see me
I'm Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy - Willie!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It's L-A-D nigga
WTK nigga
CUB motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Here's Another Hit"

"Here's Another Hit"


[Intro]
And you know the flow is on steroids this year right?
{"It's only right!"} It's Loso just in case you ain't know so
{"Oh they know!"} I'm feelin like Arnold in the 70's in here y'know?
Real icy, Call me Arnold Froze-a-nigga or some'n
Yeah... I mean your wife like c'mon, life goes on
Steppin in the spot with that rich young on
Somethin crazy on my arm, yeah, yeah {"Barack O'Drama!"}
We're so out of here baby, yo, let's go

They say New York's got a problem, I'm their solution
I'm the breath of freshness through this air pollution
Dog you the smog that clogged up the city
I jog through ya fog, dawg I'm the Diddy
of this rap marathon, I'm lyrically in great shape
My late tapes are like how to lose weight tapes
The worst enertainers use me like a personal trainer
They try to use my verses as gainer
But these lightweight rappers, don't know what they up against
I put they pockets on a weight loss supplement
You're powder sniffin if you can't see our difference
It's like dumbbell curls compared to powerliftin
The way I pull up in whips
It looks betta than the pullups and dips
I'm bein done by the bartender
I mean maybe it's my star spendin
But better get her to that car window
And shorty said her name was Carlinda
That's cool, now won't you get up in this car Linda
Later I could bend you like a car fender
Have that ass wakin up tomorrow tender
The perfect push-up, it make ya pecs swell
I light the purple kush up, and then I exhale
You gotta breathe, one and then the two
I do a couple laps and be runnin it in 2
I'm nutritious, I ain't in GNC
Try the new dishes on the truck from GMC
He emcee, he ain't got to do no dancin
These diamonds are so performance enhancin
I'm princess cut up, canaried them stones
And I'm well known for how I bury 'em home
I just do my thing, and then I carry 'em home
I mean the world don't need another Marion Jones you heard?
Cryin, lyin that she never did it
Some women are Clemons, they just keep goin with it
Don't sweat it, be like Pettite, just admit it
And for the record they be sayin Barry Bonds hit it
Get it? We outta here baby
Loso is so outta here baby
Street Fam is so outta here baby
{"Gangsta Grizzill!"} And here's another hit Barry Bonds
Uhh, uh-huh ohh

 

[fox69]

"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo)

"Holla At Somebody Real"
(feat. Lil Mo)



You are now tuned in to W.F.A.B radio

[Fabolous] Yo...Baby Girl where you at ?

[Lil Mo] Right here...Right here...right here baby

Here's another one

[Fabolous]
You need to holla at somebody real such as myself
Wont nobody do as much as myself
And its so real ill hop out and get the dutches myself
For a pretty girl as such as yaself
Cuz ima busy man I dont see too much for myself
And sometimes it be hard to get in touch with myself
But I... make the time when I have to
Learn to take my time and be careful when dealing wit women
Theres some who be willing and skimming
And dive in to relationships cuz I got a million to swim in
They'll throw it to you faster than schilling and clemens
But feelings aint the only thing that you can catch now
Some throw lawyers that you hoping they fetch thous
Others pass diseases that you can catch now
But in my minutes so lone I think about this crazy world
And.. i dont wanna live in it alone
Come on

[Chorus - Lil Mo]
Ill give you all my love
And you can always trust
My loyalty, honesty, and security (and ill never)
Ill never leave (no..no..no)
Can none of these other chicks fuck wit me
So holla at somebody real (cuz i)
Cuz im so real

[Fabolous]
(real love) Im searching for a real love like j blige in 92
(awwwwwwh) but I pray I will find you
And say whether the storm will leave the gray skies behind you
The fake may try to blind you
Thats why I stay fly like I do
And no I can trust everybody that I say hi and bye to
First I need a girl that may die as my boo
Then I may try the I do's
But..I refuse to be trick
Or used by a chick
Who gets amusement of kicks
Out of abusing my dick
When its real im all in it
But I dont want the scars of love that you get when you fall in it
(noooo) before it didn't matter who
Now I look for some with a little attitude
I could chitter chatter to.. good looking
But witty and compatible
Long hair wit a fatty too
And that'll do

[chorus]

[Lil Mo]
No im not trying to pressure you
But my loves to incredible
For to waste
In front of your face
Then I give you something you can feel
To let you know your hollering at somebody real

[Fabolous]
I need to holla at somebody real could that be you
The feelings that I feel could that be true
Most cats lay where the hood rats be boo
But Im the kinda cat that strays away
Thats til somebody real sways my way
Then I might spend soem days aways
On a asia bay
Eating food made the cajun way
And sippin a lil saki
Blowin a lil brocoli
But this world is full of fluzi's
And bullshit usually
I pull im choosy
And on this joint and at this point
I know I need to holla at somebody real
For real

[Chorus (2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Hustla's Poster Child"
(feat. Cassidy)

"Hustla's Poster Child"
(feat. Cassidy)



[Intro]
Shout to Desert Storm
("Gangsta Grillz, you BASTARDS!")
Whattup? Shoutout Ski
Dorrough whattup? {"Gangsta Grizzill!!"}

[Chorus: Fabolous]
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they 'posed to smile, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?

(DJ DRAMA!!)

[Fabolous]
Now you could ask any hustler you know
They'll tell you it's in the wrist
I'm a good cook, make a hell of a dinner dish
Get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous
I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres
I got a sales pitch, I should do a infomercial
I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple
Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
So fuck a bitch 'less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don't get me wrong, I'll get at you honey
But I'm a bachelor, all I do is spatula money
Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
I'm a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
Clothin line recipe, yeah I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustler nervous
Got a problem? Don't call me I ain't customer service

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man
Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, call me hustle man
What you need chief, coca or the weed leaf?
Fuckin with my hustle's only gon' breed beef
Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
A Carolina drive, up and down the 95
Got the 40's for 7, but I sell 'em 9 from 5
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic
I need rubberbands, these stacks'll bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good E day
Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay
You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7-11's than the store chain
You give me three of them, I shoot 'em like a milly clip
Roll more 6's out then a Benz dealership

[Chorus]

[Cassidy]
Yup! You could tell I get my hustle on
The scent of crack in my clothes you smell I get my hustle on
It's official y'all I was on my gristle y'all
And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar
Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz
And I had pills but they wasn't Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I'm the hustler, I do it like Nino now
I ain't with the phone shit, in '88 I was only 6
I missed that paper, but nine-six or later (what?)
I did it major, plenty niggaz could vouch for me
Like them niggaz that be runnin the coke house for me
But it ain't 'bout what I was it's 'bout what I'm 'bout to be
So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me ('Loso!!)
I beat my case even though some niggaz was doubtin me
I took them folks to trial, the poster child

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Came For The Money"

"I Came For The Money"


[Intro]
I heard this nigga be right here man
Up in some bitch crib up here man on third floor
{"Gangsta..."} Yeah he come out this building
{"Gangsta..."} I'ma warm his ass up
So this nigga playin with the money man, the fuck?
This nigga been duckin me all fuckin week man
{"Gangsta Grizzill!"}

[Repeat 2X]
I'm waitin on my green like I'm sittin at a red light
Yeah the big nigga better have my bread right
Heard if the head right, nigga there e'ry night
Saw him outside in the ride, no headlights

(Turn the engine down man) Got the semi 9 with the red light
He gon' give me mine, or he dead aight?
It's a dead night and nobody on the block
(There's nobody out here and shit man)
In the morning John Doe body on the block
(Leave these nigga right here)
I went crazy on the day I got the fuckin call
This nigga and his bitch shoppin in the fuckin mall
(WHAT?! The fuck he doin in that, fuckin mall?)
I'm blowin up his phone, pussy nigga duckin calls
(This nigga owe me)
Spendin my money on his slut who suckin balls
(I'm killin this nigga man!)
Heard the nigga club poppin bottle after bottle
Whatever car he in, that's what Rollo have to follow
Can't wait to walk up, pop him hollow after hollow
Pass me that shit son, now here this nigga go

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
I came for the money - I ain't here to play wit y'all

I caught him walkin out the building slow, quickly I draw the toast
Shoulda saw his face, looked like he saw a ghost
He kept backin up, I'm tryin to draw him close
He's sayin "Chill! I know what I got for you Los'"
"Give me a little time, a nigga got jammed in jail"
"You know my fam Jamel, look like Sam Casell"
"Got an op with like 900 grams a scale"
"On 7-5 North, Alabama sale"
I don't know the nigga, don't give a damn as well
You no (Negotiator) and I ain't Samuel
I squeeze two then the chamber got jammed with shells (fuck!)
And they say life is a gamble well
(Fuck this shit I'ma kill this nigga man)
Guess today was his lucky day
He gotta move now, I know where the fuck he stay
Taste his little chicken fried the Kentucky way
Bet if I flash that, she know where the stash at

[Outro]
That bitch know where that money at man {"Gangsta..."}
That's what we gon' do, we gon' lay on this bitch
This nigga gon' come through here {"Gangsta..."}
That's it man, this nigga playin with the money
{"Gangsta Grizzill!"}

 

[fox69]

"I Don't See Nobody"

"I Don't See Nobody"


[Intro]
Ay you niggaz can't be fuckin serious man
I see what's goin on
Niggaz stand out like a bum on the street with his hand out man
I'm right here, it's 'Loso, Street Fam
I don't see nobody [3X]
Nah, I don't see none of you niggaz man
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
Fuckin Stevie on y'all niggaz
Stop and lean for mine
WHAT!?!
I don't see nobody [3X]
My bitch is Helen Keller man she can't see y'all
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
The fuck outta here (we been lookin past y'all niggaz)
Let's go 'Loso
When I'm on my grind

Ay y'all, since yay tall, I've been like Ray Charles
I don't see nobody, they all, lay sprawl
whever they may fall, but that's really they call
Watch the name you say y'all, I may call, back
Once you see that K y'all, they fall, back
I would rather spray y'all than pay y'all back
A nigga got impaired vision, there isn't
a person who can slow mine, I don't pay them no mind
I just can't see it, baby girl I'm so blind
Busy on my dope grind, I don't see no sign
of them gettin close to this, I'm lookin picture perfect
Hater you can posted this, I got a phone nigga
cataract, nope, I don't even chatter back
I just got the Caddy back, with the D's on that bitch
Maybe it's the dark shades, blame these Mark Jacobs
But if we sleepin on you niggaz, I ain't tryin to wake up
Nah!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't see nobody [3X]
I think I'm goin blind
I don't see nobody [3X]
When I'm on my grind

[over Chorus]
I can't see
No f'real I can't see, I don't see these niggaz like
Who gon' stop me? Street Fam nigga
You got glaucoma or somethin like
Y'knahmean? Yeah

I done lost sight of you niggaz
When the lazy eye's left I cross right on you niggaz
I need tintin, I'm squintin like the sun is in my eye
But my nigga's on the trigger and the gun is on his thigh
Wait for one of them to try, that's when one of them'll die
There's a lot of pussy niggaz but not one of them is I
I, make it possible for you to go bye bye
In the hospital, you can find 'em by I, C-U
no I don't see you
Nah she don't see him, no we don't see them
And you know mine roll like they wear a blindfold
She won't let son in, she keep the blinds closed
I remind hoes, we don't do the man starin
It's about us, the rest of y'all are transparent
Like my grandparents, I'ma need my glasses
I don't see nobody fly as my conceited asses

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
We don't see nobody man I swear to God like
I'm really Ray Charles in this
Like if you want to be seen let yourself be seen man
Fuckin saga pieces of shit man
Niggaz, see niggaz hate you on on the inside
like, love you on the outside

[Outro]
I don't see none of you niggaz man
Rollo what it is man I see you out there man
I see that Street Fam
Let's go
Like I told y'all niggaz man, we go everywhere
But when we there I don't see nobody man
That's it man ("You can't see us!")

 

[fox69]

"I Miss My Love"

"I Miss My Love"




I mean, I don't eve know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then...

Met her up town on dykeman
aight then
light skinned
starring with a slight grin, I dont know, Might been
'Cause im in this white benze

Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning
but I knew from right then
She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how i might spend.
To make a story short, other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then
got straight to business like two corporate white men
the food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in.
'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22K
He send the Euro's I send the Puredo
Now thats what I like to call a "Foriegn Exchange"
He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine
There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind
My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop
Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!"
I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab
Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!

And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame

And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame

12 months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo
Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow--
I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo
In the past week I watched 50,00 grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo

Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong
The money's so strong they see it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.

I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive
Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive
I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it 'cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust"

So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing-
A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying

I'm in the GT headed up to CT, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like ET
I got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I aint in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!

But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat-
Better not be no bull shit, I aint even wit that..

Back to what a nigga came out here for
this 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's

head back to the city, call up the commitee
get ready for tomorow, they're comin' in with 50
-I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must aint get his gwop

He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up-
Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up!
She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up.
She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' Flix up"

I asked him "Was he sure"
Shorty's "Mi Amore"
This happened to me before, with my man Diadore-
Over a Ki(lo) of raw-
My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt.
He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me
Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me.

Normally, I would have just ended her life-
but this was the girl I intended to wife

So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin'- shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort
She woke up mad early, so I got up with her
She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted
Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it

We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan
Once she hits the spot, one shot- see you later man

I watched her in the building,
knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car
Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car
But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be yall's

I let one tear fall at an unfair call
Ya whole life can change in just one year yall..
Caught in a thought, then I heard a :: BANG! ::

Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love.

It's so crazy how it happened like.... It's just... Crazy...
It's just crazy you know? Just the way it happened it's just...
One thing... Aint no Love in this shit,
Aint no Love in this game, There's no love... LOSO...

 

[fox69]

"I Usually Don't"

"I Usually Don't"


[Intro]
Uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah haha

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I beep my horn and they come to the car
Damn right, they come to a stall
That's right, it come with the car
Now tell your boss, you cant come in tomorr
My dro come by the jar
They bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
Nah nigga I ain't come here to spar
These hallow tips will come where you are
I stomp through smooth with the soldiers
Two steppin and movin my shoulders
Now the money's rollin in
We got bottles lined up like bowlin pins
Mami, you standin with a slouch
Starin at me, while I'm standin on the couch
Come and get in the blue flames
Have a sip of this blue shit and lets rock!

[Chorus]
Now you know I don't usually do this
But you lookin good tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon smoke tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon drink tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon fuck tonight

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Now.. Who's hot? Who's not?
I can take the few shots you've got
I can burn a few knots you've got
I can blow the few spots you've got
But, I chill, I will
Get it to poppin whenever I feel
I still shut it down
And I white and yellow stud it down
Watch them pretty girls strut it 'round
Take the birdies and putt it down
Like Tiger Woods did it, but I'm hood with it
You've never seen a thug look as good with it
And I promise that
Fuck with me, you better move where 'sama's at
You see I'm in here with the white ones on
Tryin to get fucked up 'for the lights come on (let's go)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Da Man (Remix)"
(feat. Freck Billionaire, Paul Cain, Red Cafe)

"I'm Da Man (Remix)"
(feat. Freck Billionaire, Paul Cain, Red Cafe)



[Intro: DJ Drama]
Street Fi-di-di-di-damn!
{"Gangsta Grizzill!!"}

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man

[Fabolous]
The motherfuckin man 'Loso
Even better than the past, the present is ours

[Red Cafe]
Yes, UHH! The man of the hour just fell through
I'm the man with the flour, who the hell are you?
If you need it for cheap, I'm "The Best Man"
like Taye Diggs and you, you just a yes man
I'm the take a nigga bitch man
Buck fifty on the face of a snitch man
I'm paid, I just do this shit for kicks man
If I ain't wearin the Gucci I'm into Richman
Damn! Weatherman, the ice man, the boss man
Bling blaow beotch, Jack Frost man
And I'm a Brooklyn nigga man
I stays off the good dark liquor man
Convict, shakedown, Street Fi-di-di-damn
Good as the yay without the Arm & Hammer man
Blue bandana, red bandana man
Fuck it, snap you a shot like you the camera man

[Chorus]

[Freck Billionaire]
They need a armored car to bring the man jewelry in
Top (Candidate), call me (Manchurian)
Every stone that's on this man cool
Ain't no Frecks in the streets like a man who
the young bitches say "Let me hold a stack man"
They heard I eat across the board like Pac-Man
I brought some cash up in this bitch like a banker man
Plus I got the news for you, call me anchor man
Drop guap' on the bling no damn delay
I lay money in the ring like Mandalay
She says she left him at home, I said man he sweet
Cause the pussy on this bitch was magnifique
Quick to tell her boyfriend I don't know her man
I just cut the bitch, call me (Lawnmower Man)
If she choosin you should let her off the leash man
All you do is cuff 'em up like police man

[Chorus]

[Paul Cain]
Yeah, yes
If you lookin for the man then you just found him
Touch thousands - I cop, y'all just browsin
Hundred plus Continental spur flyin man
The fireman, I suggest you don't try him man
I keep a back up, just in case the iron jam
I stay strapped, Tony Starks call me (Ironman)
Excuse me, I happen to be the boss man
I get your wings clipped no matter what it cost man
I keep a Ruger, but I ain't gotta shoot a man
Like Pacino with the shooters I'm the recruiter man
Rap's my new hustle, I no longer move the grams
I hit the booth for the change like Superman
The Breitling on right hand is lightning
The bright man like Chris Ayre, the ice man
Light tan on G4 the flight man
The kush keep me high even with the flight lands

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww man! There go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH!)

[Chorus]