{We trin' to kill these niggas}   {We in the door now}   {Holla, rule nigga, with the F A B O haha, yea}   {Cluemanatti}   {My nigga}   {Holla back nigga}   [Irv Gotti}   {Murder Inc}   {Run'em down nigga}      Load the 4 4 up   I'm the reason the price of raw go up   Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up   Hit you and your ho up from the torso up   Leave ya'll there 'til they comin' or the law show up   I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up   Why cop? I rob you, ice your roll up   I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup      Roll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore up   The difference between fab and ya'll, after I pick an auto up   Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up   Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up   I have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow up   Check these diamonds, no flaws show up   My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up   What ya'll know 'bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up      Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up   You know who done it now, few hundred miles   And with shoes on it now   It's like a few hundred thou   When we run up this guns to stomach style   Got to flaunt it now   Nigga who want it blawgh      Ride for this   Where my niggas at get high to this   Where ya'll at?   Die for this   Throw guns up to the sky for this   Where ya'll at?   Ride for this   Where my niggas that get high to this   Where ya'll at?   Die for this   Throw guns up to the sky for this   Where ya'll at?      Yo, you must wanna die   From the nigga you testify against   Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints   Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents   Sittin' on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents   Niggas is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squint   I pull up, pull out, pull back   Them guys will sprint      Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since   Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' since   Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints   We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense   These niggas don't believe, then they gone die convinced   Once I present the four fifth why comment?      I'm the type you tell ya dame bout   Push a fellow brain out   Leave 'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out   One single, had to tint the yellow range out   Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out   (F A B O L O U S)      Ride for this   Where my niggas at get high to this   Where ya'll at?   Die for this   Throw guns up to the sky for this   Where ya'll at?   Ride for this   Where my niggas that get high to this   Where ya'll at?   Die for this   Throw guns up to the sky for this   Where ya'll at?