Renegade Lyrics - Fabolous

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(feat. Paul Cain)

[Intro -Fabolous]
Uh, you think I give a xxxx about what these niggas sayman
They even talked about Jesus

[Fabolous]
I ain't mad atwhen it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some cleardiamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewheregrindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing
Out of a pottable 760,inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heavenquickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know thesegreaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like thePresident through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidentialcrown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary
Iswhere most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, ofwhatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Meanwhile getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm xxxxxxx like I'mtryna take down Chamberlain's record
And the girls more than like you, whenyou running run
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't likeyou
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix
The littlemoney you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so youthrowing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on yathirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
Cause Ipass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turnthe system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a niggakeep stoppin
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't theysee when I come through, how these people point in my direction
That's why Ipoke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made forcorrection
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't evensurprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga

[PaulCain]
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether itcome from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching
And xxxx the stove, andthe kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don't try to actlike the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simpleas that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal,spittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these verses, are like the hollow pointI sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause ifyou don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at
And youdon't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I ain'teven gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twiceand repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'madraw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, Idemand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead ifyou seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And Iblow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin
You don't know me yaon me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!

[Outro - PaulCain]
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I'm only twenty years oldman
And I'm just havin fun
Man I ain't even tryin man
Desert Storm'syoungest, and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't evengotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
SkatinDolla
Duro! it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
Youalready know what it is
It's a ho'cide man
Stop "Street Dreamin"

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