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Don't get much slicker than fab I strap up with the eagles Throw bullets just as quick as a man Flicker or jab quicker than ash Any chick that I stab says she can feel a dick in her ass It's a like it or not thing they like how the watch bling And I got cars like micheal has got rings Might spice a chicken like she a hot wing Never tell her to bounce like if she got springs Nicks talk slick on the mic to the shot spring And I holla fly like I Got wings Cops wanna see this man Flash my picture ask my neightbous did they see this man Lemme take a long breather Before I be on the inside telling my story to don diva That's why I gota lawyer that Don't please my case Walk even if the judge ID my face Got a problem that my cars couldn't Rebitrace And a problem with playin jus cuz I Need my space With a hong chong ckick The green and gold bronze on that'll make the bishop don juan sick I done too much to get this three hundred Nigga this Yankee cost some big franky's That's why I'm so slick and gravy Slick and gravy mixed with oh yeah Probably seen me on saint nicks on Broadway Lookin for some chicks in broad way SongtexteBut Im not a brooklyn rapper starring for a tape on recap The boy gets some paper when he raps And I keep a down ass chick straight on her knee caps To keep the family business confidential Chick looks pretty in the continental U kno what the man do its Monumental The way I be stitchin on em I'm like a hustler in the 80's when the dude saw the sticthin on em Im in the seven jeans with the orange stichy on it One of em t-shirts with the bigger picture on em I'm too big man And I'm so Brooklyn The name is just enough to get your throat token The real talk new york is holding the toast tighter I'ma ghostwriters for ghostwriters Aus Songtexte Mania