Fabolous - F You Too Lyrics
(feat. Paul Cain)[intro - Paul Cain]Yeah, Desert Storm Niggaz, CainGhetto, I Got These Niggaz Man (uh Huh)Clue! (yeah), I'm The First Line Of Defense (yeah)And I'ma Show 'em What That Means (yeah)[chorus 1 - Paul Cain]I Know These Niggaz Hoped I Wouldn't Make It - ***** YouYour Hatred Only Made Me Wanna Cake Ya - ***** YouWherever I See You Nigga I'ma Buck YouAnd Put A Hole In Your Chest That's Big Enough To Drive A Truck Through[verse 1 - Paul Cain]I Bring The Drama Back Where You Lives, Flatter Your WizReload And Then Point The Mag At Your KidsSo What I Sound Remorse, The Records I Still Peep Guns On MeBut The Difference Now Is Only DesertsIf I Talk It's Gonna Be Reckless; I'm Ready To DieSo When I Apply Pressure, Niggaz Gon' Respect ItTote Guns To Rob Niggaz, I Told 'em To UseAnd Leave Enemies Of Friends That Like Broken And BruisedThey Ain't Crazy, They Just Broke And Confused; Cross MeAnd They'll Be Talks Of How They Found The Man Smoked On The NewsI'ma Career Crook - They Used A Mug Shot From My Graduation PictureAnd My Junior High School YearbookPaul Cain Never Appear ShookYeah I Might Talk To My Enemies But Never Police (nah)You Wanna Converse It Better Be Brief; You Ain't Gotta Say MuchShow Me The Money And The Cheddar'll SpeakIf It Ain't Involvin Bread, I Ain't With ItI Don't Need D's On Me, I'm Already Dodgin FedsWhen The Shots From The Revolver SpreadDuck, I Don't Discriminate, Leave Ceo's And Artists DeadMake Slugs A Part Of His HeadVanish Then Pop Up In A Sl Double Nickel, Scarlet Red***** You I'm Tryna Get My Cash RightAll My Niggaz Flip Birds And Blast Pipes, Addicted To The Fast LifeLive Everyday Like My Last Night; Od'in Or XWhen I Got Signed Like Len Bias On Draft Night (yeah)Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)[chorus 2 - Fabolous]I See Ya Faggot Ass Schemin - ***** You***** You Don't Wanna Swallow Semen - ***** YouNo You Hate The Way I'm "street Dreamin" - ***** YouThat's Why I Ridin, Clappin, Wit The .40 Cal Screamin - ***** You[verse 2 - Fabolous]When I Pulled The 5 Out; I Kinda ExpectedFor The Backstabbers, To Be Standin Behind Me, Wit They Knives OutThen The Range, Wit The Fins Drove InI Wasn't Shocked To See My Foes, Dressed In Friends ClothinBut - I Still Pull Through The Sty; Wit HandgunsAs Big As The One, Robocop Pulled From His ThighYou Prolly Heard About The Bullets I Buy; And How It Look LikeI'm Throwin Batteries, When The Bullets Shoot BySo What, You Wear A Vest, Why Would I CareIf I Aim For Ya Chest, That Be A Good IdeaNigga, It's Nothing To Clap Ya; But I'm More WorriedBout The Groupie Cops, Who Wanna Put They Cuffs On A RappaThat's Why I'm Limpin Off Wit A Freak; And A LawyerWho Woulda Got O.j. Simpson Off In A WeekI Could Show You How To Blow Up On Ya Own; In A BenzThat'll Hit A Buck! And Make The Windows Go Up On They OwnWit A Stash Box Compartment For; A HandgunThat Make Holes The Size Of Peep Holes, On Apartment DoorsMy Closet Look Like Department Stores; And You Wonder WhyYa Girl's Comin Home, Wit A Cigar Sip ForCause I Just Dump The Light Dutch, Mash The GutsYou Won't Believe How Much Ass I TouchWho Else Struts Pass The Sluts, And A Chain Wit So MuchAsh And Cuts, That It Hangs Much Pass The NutsThat's Why I Get Followed By Broads; Wit Deeper ThroatsThen The People At The Circus, That Be Swallowin SwordsY'all Hopin That The Don Fall Off; But My Money's Long EnoughTo Keep Shootin Ya Bank Until, Ya Arms Fall OffI'm Eatin, And I Ain't Have To Use Someone's UtinselsAnd When You Clean As Me, You Know That Every Bum Is Against YouBut Please Don't Let Someone Convince You; To Test The KidAnd Get Hit Wit Slugs As Long, As A No. 2 Pencil, *****a[chorus 2 - 2x]
