Where You At Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. The Jacka)

[Intro]
Uh, The Jacka
(I know you know, ayy)
Uh, Remy (J)
Love you, bruh, 'preciate this one
(I know they know what this is)
TT3, uh

[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at, you know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don't know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin' where we at, you know where you at
Killin' for our rep, you don't know us yet

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, still in the trenches with the killers and the dealers
And the dopeboys post on the corner
And for a rock, man a knock, he'll give you his droptop
I rock it, that's a loner
Call them dope fiend rentals, knocked out like dope fiend dentals
If don't nobody know you on the spot then you ain’t official
You can ask the OGs, you can ask the young G’s
Everybody know me, ball like Kobe
Dirt by my lonely, need no codeine
Watched my daddy get high, damn near OD'd
He off that heron stick, I’m off that syrup and shit
I used to pour it, tap it, mix it and sip
Grab a Sprite, make sure you mix it right
Roll a little blunt of that Kryptonite
You know I'm on like shit tonight
Got Oops with me, so I ain't slippin', right
I miss The Jack, this a fact
Damn, wish I really could get him back
But it’s shit like that that really hit like that
When you really dwellin' where them killers at
Where them niggas at, and them drillers at
And them flippers at, that be flippin' packs
Man, I grew up, yeah, with them powder heads
That be gettin' high and they be sniffin' sacks
They double up and then dippin' back
Got the hammer on him, he'll split his hat
Don't care how hard it get, real niggas know the script, don't never rat