You Ain’t Got Nuthin Lil Wayne (Ft. Fabolous & Juelz Santana)

[Intro: Fabolous]
Yes!
What it look like, Alc'?
I'm tryna show these niggas, man
It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!)
Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes)
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah)
Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha)
It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha
Go 'head, nigga, say another name
Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games
And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right)
Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh)
My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna
Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!)
The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired
So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab