[Intro - Fabolous]
Uhyou think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus
[Fabolous]
I ain t mad at when it raincause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my momsbut she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhyminor somewhere climbing
Out of a pottable 760inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgunto send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain t pussyso I won t allow you to ever dick me
I know these greaseballswonder how could they ever stick me
But I movelike the President through town
Wit stones the size of earringsin my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clownscause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudesthat are hesitant are found
So I take the timeof whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put downin a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adaptedto the fame has be hectic
But I m fucking like I m tryna take down Chamberlain s record
And the girls more than like youwhen you running run
Doing world tours like Michaelbut girl s sure don t like you
You going on like thirty-sixflowin on some berry mix
The little money you getyou blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look youngso you throwing on the jersey quick
I m on my second V-12you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this riderand see I m on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikerslike I don t see em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never getwhere I m tryna goif a nigga keep stoppin
And I tell the copsthis joint is for protection
Don t they see when I come throughhow these people point in my direction
That s why I poke out my jeanslike my joint with a erection
Till I m in a joint made for correction
And right nowthe way rapper bi ness spread
It wouldn t even surprise meif one of these rappers is a Fednigga
[Paul Cain]
Since I m in the position to get richI ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocksflipping and pitching
And fuck the stoveand the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
Nigga you know and don t try to act like the truth ain t apparent
I m on a mission to get richerit s as simple as that
I make it obviouswhen I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Calspittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these versesare like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don t show loyaltythen that show me where ya principles at
And you don t know how much I been throughin fact
I never did like youI ain t even gon pretend wit you cats
And I m the nicestI ain t gotta say it twice and repeat it
I m a lyrical geniusI never been beateddefeated
I ma draw my weapon and squeeze ityou better believe it
Leave you parapaligicI demand respect and I mean it
My Desert s the meanestyou probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sickyou get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reasonand just when I m leavin
You don t know me ya on me homiebut the spread make us evenBLOAW!
[Outro - Paul Cain]
And the bad part about it is manhaha
I m only twenty years old man
And I m just havin fun
Man I ain t even tryin man
Desert Storm s youngestand in charge man
Paul Cainman
Yo Fab manyou ain t even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
Skatin Dolla
Duro! it s our year man
Desert Stormwe gon kill niggas man
You already know what it is
It s a ho cide man
Stop Street Dreamin

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