F You Too Lyrics - Fabolous

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(feat. Paul Cain)

[Intro - PaulCain]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, 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 theseniggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - xxxx you
Your hatred only made me wannacake ya - xxxx you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a holein your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

[Verse 1 -Paul Cain]
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter yourwiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse,the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is onlyDeserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I applypressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em touse
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain'tcrazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of howthey found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mugshot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
PaulCain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police(nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Showme the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain'twith it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shotsfrom the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artistsdead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL doublenickel, scarlet red
xxxx you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggazflip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live everyday like mylast night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night(yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)

[Chorus 2 -Fabolous]
I see ya faggot xxx schemin - xxxx you
xxxxx you don't wannaswallow semen - xxxx you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - fuckyou
That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuckyou

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
When I pulled the 5 out; I kindaexpected
For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knivesout
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes,dressed in friends clothin
But - I still pull through the sty; withandguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heardabout the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I'm throwin batteries, when thebullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim forya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm moreworried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That'swhy I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson offin a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That'll hita buck! and make the windows go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartmentfor; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartmentdoors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl'scomin home, wit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash theguts
You won't believe how much xxx I touch
Who else struts pass thesluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass thenuts
That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then thepeople at the circus, that be swallowin swords
Y'all hopin that the Don falloff; but my money's long enough
To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms falloff
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels
And when youclean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't letsomeone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No.2 Pencil, fucka

[Chorus 2 - 2x]

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