Quiet Storm Lyrics - Fabolous

[Intro: DJ Clue] 

*EVIL LAUGH* 

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam 

Niggas wanna' freestyle 

Y'all better get your bar work together 

I'm tellin' you right now 

Friday night freestyles 

CLUMINATIIII!! 

We done seen it all, been thru it all 

It's quiet 

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[Verse 1: Fabolous] 

I put my lifetime in between the papers line 

Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime 

Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine 

Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign 

That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed 

I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you dudes 

My goons in the audience still clap when cued 

Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes 

I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes 

In the studio in a still trappin' mood 

On a beat from 99 that's still slappin' dude 

See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow 

I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro 

Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low 

She like to spit on it disrespectful little ho 

On some real shit, you just need a real bitch 

Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch 

Type you don't hear from until you get up 

It was quiet for you till you started turning shit up 

And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch 

Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix?? 

Run into these type chicks NOTHING is up 

Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up 

I'm like hot damn ho here we go again 

Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again 

No more Felipe you eating cereal again 

No more lipo you big as Terio again 

Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too 

Wanna' small talk cause they ain't as big as you 

Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you 

Don't let the songs on the last album trigga' you 

(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah 

Look what you done started ooh nah nah 

Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah nahs 

Used to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you 

We ain't lacking got the thing out or we concealing 

We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children 

My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions 

Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings 

Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yea 

You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yea 

Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi air 

Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea 

(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven 

I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend 

Four game sweep flows in a series of seven 

Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos' 

I'm Frank Costello yea but more ghetto 

Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a hotello 

I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo 

Now I get to make king moves on rose petals 

Shorty stand still didn't shake no jell-o 

Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow 

On some real shit 

I just want some real shit 

Not none of this fuck shit 

Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit 

Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of that 

If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for that 

It's the real... 

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[Outro: DJ Clue] 

DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy Fabolous 

Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?! 

Whole NYC 

Slide what's popping? 

Y'all ain't ready