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Fabolous

Gotta Be Thug

 

Gotta Be Thug

(album: Ghetto Fabolous - 2001)


Uh huh, uh huh
Fabolous, get it right, yeah
Uh, uh, Brooklyn, that won't stop, uh huh
DGS, where' ya'll at? guns up, get it right
Yeah, what, uh huh, yeah, come on
Uh, uh, DGS, Jaleeta, uh huh
Uh huh, what, yeah, uh, yeah

Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connives to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothing dun, the 5 is kitted
For Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
Got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that get tried and aquitted
If my vibes ain't wit' it, pull the Four-Five and spit it
Got nigga running to the precinct and describe who did it
Come home, find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side committed, to leave you and the driver splitted
With your brain inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him, is in a Five BM
Puffing sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
Operate with more chips than IBM
Fuck with me you'll make the news at Five PM.
Motherfucker

[Chorus:]
If ya'll see me getting locked, it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck, it gotta be dubs
If I'm giving something to haters, it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
No info, if I'm leaking, it gotta be blood
If my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug

Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
Swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
Catching cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
Niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
End up having to move they Moms to Ukraine
Get ADT alarms and new names
Who else come in the club, under each arm is two dames
Buying bottles of Dom, with his loose change
Niggas hate me now 'cuz I catch the eyes of dymes
Flooded the hood, with Tre's the size of dimes
Ride through, windows low, rims poking off the wheels
I'm in the game, trying to get broken off with Mils
Shove the gun in your mouth, have you choking off the steel
Niggas love the band, but the bitches open off the grill.

[Chorus]

I'm ready to address the haters, and underestimaters
Hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
Hit ya'll chest up, leave ya'll hooked to respirators
Bed ridden talking to investigators
Now these ladies'll do anything, just to date us
'Cuz we skate around on ice like escapaders
Dressed in Gators, in peace I'm resting traitors
When police come for me, fly West to Vegas
Riding or dying, niggas know I'm riding with iron
Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hiding the pie in
My pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
Just gimme head, it won't sweat your hairdo out
We ain't trying to hear you out, we trying to air you out
Make ya'll run to the stores, and clear Clue out
'Bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rear views out
What nigga...

[Chorus]

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