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[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas freestyle
better get your bar work together
I'm tellin' you now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We seen it all, been thru it all
It's

1: Fabolous]
I put my in between the papers line
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to a sign
That say will rap for food, for scrap you're screwed
I put the on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when
Put the Hawk in chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still mood
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the
I met wifey she disrespect and you bro
mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club
you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm hot damn ho here we go again
Your cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No more lipo you big as again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last trigga' you
(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah
Used to them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them
Now mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the was rowdy yea
You think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu in Saudi air
they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these you would swear it's a reverend
Four game flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a house with more than a hotello
I to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose
Shorty stand didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like the lights go yellow
On real shit
I want some real shit
Not of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm of that
If it ain't Young OG it's quiet for that
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
ain't ready