[Intro: Joe Budden & Fabolous]
Show you how we do it (Brooklyn)
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
F-A, I'ma let these [?] spray (Blaow)
B-O, hope your vest is [?]
L-O, yeah, run and tell po's
U-S, you fuckin' with [?], nigga
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Who else you know make communities nervous
That get knocked for attempts and walk away with community service?
You can see why I got a deal
Look at my attorney, you can see why I got a pill
Look at my chain, you can see why I got the chills
Looked at the rims, hard to see why I got the wheels
And your money's as long as who?
Shorty, I got guns in my closets as long as you
This player's on the street
I'm either in some hottie or in somebody disc player on repeat
Now everybody gettin' sprayed
And if I take off his durag you'll understand why everybody gettin' braids
I keep the fiends noddin' in the street
And chicks between my lap looking like they noddin' to the beat
My team be in a stretch on skinnies
And we been down with takin' other people property before Treach and Vinnie
What I'ma front for? I'm still hot, still got
Niggas that'll bring it to your front door like Jill Scott
Please don't mind me, I'm 'posed to style
You lookin' at Brooklyn's pretty thug poster child
I rock the TechnoMarine
And mommy got me 'bout to wreck the [?] way she pecked on the weenier
Don't let me see ya be squealin'
I'll have strangers in your house and you'll know how Tamia be feelin'
Wasn't for this flow nigga like me'd be dealin'
Choppin' and baggin', scrappin' the plate
Now niggas tryna get me on every mixtape in the state
Plus I'm in the Benz with the headlights shaped like an eight
Hope I catch you young boys together
Y'all can share this clip and laid in one [?] together
I'm from Bedford-Stuy, f' with I
You and your girl'll be callin' 911 like y'all 'Clef and Blige, motherfucker
Show you how we do it (Brooklyn)
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
F-A, I'ma let these [?] spray (Blaow)
B-O, hope your vest is [?]
L-O, yeah, run and tell po's
U-S, you fuckin' with [?], nigga
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Who else you know make communities nervous
That get knocked for attempts and walk away with community service?
You can see why I got a deal
Look at my attorney, you can see why I got a pill
Look at my chain, you can see why I got the chills
Looked at the rims, hard to see why I got the wheels
And your money's as long as who?
Shorty, I got guns in my closets as long as you
This player's on the street
I'm either in some hottie or in somebody disc player on repeat
Now everybody gettin' sprayed
And if I take off his durag you'll understand why everybody gettin' braids
I keep the fiends noddin' in the street
And chicks between my lap looking like they noddin' to the beat
My team be in a stretch on skinnies
And we been down with takin' other people property before Treach and Vinnie
What I'ma front for? I'm still hot, still got
Niggas that'll bring it to your front door like Jill Scott
Please don't mind me, I'm 'posed to style
You lookin' at Brooklyn's pretty thug poster child
I rock the TechnoMarine
And mommy got me 'bout to wreck the [?] way she pecked on the weenier
Don't let me see ya be squealin'
I'll have strangers in your house and you'll know how Tamia be feelin'
Wasn't for this flow nigga like me'd be dealin'
Choppin' and baggin', scrappin' the plate
Now niggas tryna get me on every mixtape in the state
Plus I'm in the Benz with the headlights shaped like an eight
Hope I catch you young boys together
Y'all can share this clip and laid in one [?] together
I'm from Bedford-Stuy, f' with I
You and your girl'll be callin' 911 like y'all 'Clef and Blige, motherfucker
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