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[Fabolous:] Uh yeah Uh yeah yo Yo yo [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm on the streets like a gangstas supposed to Two way and cell on my hip I throw my heats on my ankle roaster Ride, low on my seat blowin' Dinkin Roasters When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer Face show on the streets and it ain't from posters Sells get low on my heat I got anxious soldiers Talkin' like you bullet proof We'll find where you move Put slugs in ya back to close to ya spine to remove I'm waitin' for the first one to front So I can put they family and friends in a limo and the hearse in the front As much as I take on the first of the month I wouldn't give a fuck about a 5 Mics or a Verse Of The Month I see ya with the jake too often I'll leave you in Miami with a hole in ya head gettin' mistaked for dolphins Ice, Jacob can custom make ya coffin Its Ghetto F-A-B-O-L-O- U-S- hello [Talking:] He's a monster This is the Godzilla of rap He's a monster Aus Songtexte Mania