[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
  D.J Clue, Desert Storm
  You know how we do things
  (uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
  whachu bout to witness
  [Fab] F A B O L O U S
  [Clue] (O L O U S!)
  [Clue] Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh)
  the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo)
  Come on man!!
    [Fabolous]
  My gun go click and spark
  Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
  Son those slick remarks, gon' get you
  Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
  Ya walk through my p's and karats
  Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots
  Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip
  And strap the beam underneath
  When I ride through, ya dont see no lid
  I put snipers on the roof like Nino did
  All it takes is some c-note slid
  To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid
  I dont scream it in a rough tone
  I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs
  Every hustler on this planet (?)
  Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga
    uh, yea
  F A B, O L O U S
  yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh
    [Verse 2]
  These niggaz gots to be punched
  Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
  If I let this diablo door raid
  I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway
  See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay
  We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
  Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
  See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
  No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
  Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
  Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
  I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
  You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
  Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
  Who else can it be spellin it at them
  You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid