[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
(uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
whachu bout to witness
[Fab] F A B O L O U S
[Clue] (O L O U S!)
[Clue] Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh)
the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo)
Come on man!!

[Fabolous]
My gun go click and spark
Don´t leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son those slick remarks, gon´ get you
Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
Ya walk through my p´s and karats
Wind up hook on machines, livin´ like peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip
And strap the beam underneath
When I ride through, ya dont see no lid
I put snipers on the roof like Nino did
All it takes is some c-note slid
To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo´ kid
I dont scream it in a rough tone
I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs
Every hustler on this planet (?)
Givin´ away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

uh, yea
F A B, O L O U S
yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 2]
These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid
I´ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
I´m on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
Same laid back flow, no dancin´ or grinin´
Who else can it be spellin it at them
You have them tappin they friend like "I´m tellin you that´s him", stupid