作词 : IFILL, KEN/JACKSON, JOHN DAVID/SHAW, ERNESTO 作曲 : Ifill, Jackson, Shaw {We trin' to kill these ******}{ We in the door now}{ Holla, rule *****, with the F A B O haha, yea}{ Cluemanatti}{ My *****}{ Holla back *****}[Irv Gotti}{Murder Inc}{Run'em down *****}Load the 4 4 upI'm the reason the price of raw go upJump outta of the lambo, and the doors go upHit you and your ho up from the torso upLeave ya'll there 'til they comin' or the law show upI'm that ***** they say preforming so the whores show upWhy cop? I rob you, ice your roll upI pop bottles, ain't no need for no cupRoll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore upThe difference between fab and ya'll, after I pick an auto upEvery month I ain't gotta give more doe ********' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow upI have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow upCheck these diamonds, no flaws show upMy ****** clap up parties, shoot tour shows upWhat ya'll know 'bout head til a chicks jaw swoll upGoin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go upYou know who done it now, few hundred milesAnd with shoes on it nowIt's like a few hundred thouWhen we run up this guns to stomach styleGot to flaunt it ******** who want it blawghRide for thisWhere my ****** at get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Ride for thisWhere my ****** that get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Yo, you must wanna dieFrom the ***** you testify againstFabolous make bail before they identify the printsSwing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tentsSittin' on nineteen's, gun stash by the *********** is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squintI pull up, pull out, pull backThem guys will sprintLast ***** that talked slick and been replyin' sinceGot a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' sinceLeave ****** on the ground like tire printsWe done make ya eyes look bent, just by the senseThese ****** don't believe, then they gone die convincedOnce I present the four fifth why comment?I'm the type you tell ya dame boutPush a fellow brain outLeave 'em in front of the spot that they sell ******* outOne single, had to tint the yellow range outEverybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out(F A B O L O U S)Ride for thisWhere my ****** at get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Ride for thisWhere my ****** that get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?
作词 : IFILL, KEN/JACKSON, JOHN DAVID/SHAW, ERNESTO 作曲 : Ifill, Jackson, Shaw {We trin' to kill these ******}{ We in the door now}{ Holla, rule *****, with the F A B O haha, yea}{ Cluemanatti}{ My *****}{ Holla back *****}[Irv Gotti}{Murder Inc}{Run'em down *****}Load the 4 4 upI'm the reason the price of raw go upJump outta of the lambo, and the doors go upHit you and your ho up from the torso upLeave ya'll there 'til they comin' or the law show upI'm that ***** they say preforming so the whores show upWhy cop? I rob you, ice your roll upI pop bottles, ain't no need for no cupRoll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore upThe difference between fab and ya'll, after I pick an auto upEvery month I ain't gotta give more doe ********' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow upI have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow upCheck these diamonds, no flaws show upMy ****** clap up parties, shoot tour shows upWhat ya'll know 'bout head til a chicks jaw swoll upGoin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go upYou know who done it now, few hundred milesAnd with shoes on it nowIt's like a few hundred thouWhen we run up this guns to stomach styleGot to flaunt it ******** who want it blawghRide for thisWhere my ****** at get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Ride for thisWhere my ****** that get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Yo, you must wanna dieFrom the ***** you testify againstFabolous make bail before they identify the printsSwing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tentsSittin' on nineteen's, gun stash by the *********** is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squintI pull up, pull out, pull backThem guys will sprintLast ***** that talked slick and been replyin' sinceGot a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' sinceLeave ****** on the ground like tire printsWe done make ya eyes look bent, just by the senseThese ****** don't believe, then they gone die convincedOnce I present the four fifth why comment?I'm the type you tell ya dame boutPush a fellow brain outLeave 'em in front of the spot that they sell ******* outOne single, had to tint the yellow range outEverybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out(F A B O L O U S)Ride for thisWhere my ****** at get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?Ride for thisWhere my ****** that get high to thisWhere ya'll at?Die for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya'll at?
