Bars R’ Us Fabolous (Ft. Paul Cain & Ransom)

Kill one of them wise guys, you gotta kill a hundred
They just keep coming after you.....

[Verse: Ransom]

I done broke bread with some niggas, read from like every book
At the end of the day I'm still gon' be a petty crook
In the kitchen with bricks, Ran is a deadly cook
Got these fiends running through they lines like Reggie Bush
Your favorite rapper is dope but still very puss
Leave him in the woods, body parts in like every bush
That's how the dessi look, the world already shook
I'm running with Saddam and we gunning down every bush
I use to hustle scag now I'm in the cut with Fab
Trynna get a couple jags, money in a duffle bag
I never fuck with fags, make em all suffer bad
Slugs from that dirty shot gun that'll crush your abs
I got a bodega flow, it's sort of new
Spit like some barbecue seeds and a quarter juice
You just a soft excuse, see me in a flossy coupe
Thug motivation, I'll show you how to get off the stoop
You better call a truce
This ain't a basketball court but if you play with good D then I'm force to shoot
They use to call me brute, now I'm just awfully cute
Couple whips in the back, it's like I played a part roots
I gotta roll the dice. Got a heart cold as ice
You hearing these bars and you living through a solider's life
You got a piece of the pie, need to control the slice
Before I catch you slipping in your car like Obie Trice