model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous
doin' my thing Say what, say what, uh huh You don't need us, huh? I see you comin' back to her Like that, with the two-step Fabolous, we out
through the Midwest and down south It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto I
know how we do things Right now, whach you 'bout to hear , whach you bout to witness F A B O L O U S, come on, my man Fabolous The album, Ghetto Fabolous
Come on Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted For Dead Presidents any cat alive can
40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous
Come on Yeah, yeah Hey What, what Yeah, yeah Yeah Brooklyn, Brooklyn Come on Yo, y'all gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on
Uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa
It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin' 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting
where you wanna be Fabolous, he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for fabolous
Yeah, F A B O L O U S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby?) You gotta love the way this playa
You gotta go, oh I can't fuck with you You gotta go, oh I can't fuck with you I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occasion
ya'll at? Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at? Yo, you must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Fabolous make bail
it yea Right now, come on Uh uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh Rollin', gold two seater Stash in the dash, hole through heaters Block ah, put holes through beaters Ghetto
Sick mothafuckers, go head, throw up nigga Yeah, yeah, okay, I know you punk, I know, I know If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never
Fabolous, yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas Fab's livin' la vida loca,
hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south it's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!
