Shook Ones - Fabolous

Yeah, DJ Clue?

To all the killers and the hundred-dollar billers

Ha-ha, to real niggas who ain’t go no feelings

Check it out now, yeah

You got to fuck with my realness

I’m sick with it like I’m stuck with a illness

It ain’t luck that I’m still rich

Just more reason for me to tuck and conceal this

Your boy might have to hit a fuck-nigga kill switch

Snap right back to me standin' in the projects

Bakin' soda, boxes son handin' me the Pyrex

We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x

The world is yours plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex

SC 400, that’s all your boy wanted

And the light-skinned shorty from next door that’s frontin'

She couldn’t see that I was that next boy or somethin'

Maybe I just needed to flex more or somethin'

Now I hit that fuckin' Rolex store for nothin'

And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stuntin'

And if I need a bitch, I could text yours or somethin'

Then she don’t see me the next tour tour or somethin'

Shit crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty-three

Ridin' through Brooklyn, realizin' it’s only one of me

Notice that I’m who the wannabes want to be

It feelin' like all of y’all don’t want none of me

In this kitchen, step back and watch the chef cook

My corner told me, «Counter jabs with a left hook»

And give me mine, you don’t want to see my stress look

I drive through with the mask, lookin' like Westbrook

Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I’m in there

Now multiply it by how many times I been here

Forty Gs for the show with the in-ears

Dog, I ain’t hit a ATM in ten years

There’s a difference in gettin' money and got money

I’m just a winner with a pocket full of pot money

I ain’t judgin', baby, go and get that thot money

You better save for a rainy day when it’s not sunny

You know niggas change just like the weather

Get in one argument and just like, «Whatever»

Meet a new bitch who look just like whoever

People sayin', «Wasn't they just, like, together?»

My bitch ass feels soft just like my leather

Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever

This life forever, fuck the lame ass shit

You wouldn’t look this good in the same-ass fit

I’ll give it to you niggas on some AIM Blast shit

Then give it to your sons on some Dame Dash shit, boy

You niggas ain’t bosses anyway

A nine-to-five beat a ten-to-life any day

Get your money cause ain’t no thing as halfway crooks

You scared to death, you scared to look

You shook cause ain’t no thing as halfway crooks

You scared to death, you scared to look

You shook cause ain’t no thing as halfway crooks

You scared to death, you scared to look

You shook cause ain’t no thing as halfway crooks

I’m just a vibe man, that’s what my bitch told me she said I’m just a vide

that she can find nowhere else (you can’t find it) (it's special) You can’t

find can’t find this shit nowhere else right now it’s that raw like that shit

is.

This shit is straight out of Medellín, Anit no such thing as,

Anit No Such way of niggas telling you how to get your money man (can't tell

me nothing), unless I’m asking you for some money, then maybe you can me

Somthing, niggas can’t you nothing man, niggas can’t me nothing man we been

getting money way too long man, I’ve been up longer than I been down boy !

It’s the family, you scared to death you scared to look, you scared to get

this money or Somthing, it like you scared boy, rock you in your face with

the loaded gun, you all alone in these streets cousin x2