F You Too Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain 

Ghetto, I got these niggaz man 

Clue, I'm the first line of defense 

And I'ma show 'em what that means 

I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you 

Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you 

Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you 

And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through 

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz 

Reload and then point the mag at your kids 

So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me 

But the difference now is only Deserts 

If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die 

So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it 

Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use 

And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised 

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They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me 

And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news 

I'ma career crook, they used a mug shot from my graduation picture 

And my junior high school yearbook 

Paul Cain never appear shook 

Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never police 

You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much 

Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak 

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't with it 

I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds 

When the shots from the revolver spread 

Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead 

Make slugs a part of his head 

Vanish then pop up in a S L double nickel, scarlet red 

Fuck you, I'm tryna get my cash right 

All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life 

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Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X 

When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night 

Niggaz, Street Dreams 

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you 

Bitch, you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you 

No you hate the way I'm 'Street Dreamin', fuck you 

That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you 

When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected 

For the backstabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out 

Then the Range, wit the fins drove in 

I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin' 

But, I still pull through the sty; wit handguns 

As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh 

You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like 

I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by 

So what, you wear a vest, why would I care? 

If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea 

Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried 

'Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa 

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak; and a lawyer 

Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week 

I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz 

That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own 

Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun 

That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors 

My closet look like department stores and you wonder why 

Ya girl's comin' home, wit a cigar sip for 

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts 

You won't believe how much ass I touch 

Who else struts pass the sluts and a chain wit so much 

Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts 

That's why I get followed by broads, wit deeper throats 

Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords 

Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough 

To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off 

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's utensils 

And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you 

But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid 

And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka 

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you 

Bitch, you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you 

No you hate the way I'm 'Street Dreamin', fuck you 

That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you 

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you 

Bitch, you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you 

No you hate the way I'm 'Street Dreamin', fuck you 

That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you