Gotta Be A Thug Fabolous

Uh huh, Uh huh
Fabulous
Get it right
Uh, yeah
Uh, Brooklyn, it won't stop
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Get it right
Uh, yeah
Uh huh, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Fabolous strives for digits, even connives to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothing dunn the five is kitted
From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
Got enough chips to bribe you wit it
Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines admitted
I'm the type that get tried and acquitted
If my bombs ain't wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and spit it
Y'all niggas run to the police and then describe who did it
Come home, findin necks homie wives is slitted
I got niggas on my side committed
You niggas drive or split it, with your brain inside your fitting
Fabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B M
Puffin sticky green til my eyes get slim
Operate with more chips than I B M
Fuck with me you make the news, at 5 P M, motherfucker