Shook Ones (freestyle) Lyrics - Fabolous

Yeah, DJ Clue 

To all the killers and the hundred-dollar billers 

Ha-ha, to real niggas who ain't go no feelings 

Check it out now, yeah 

You got to fuck with my realness 

I'm sick with it like I'm stuck with a illness 

It ain't luck that I'm still rich 

Just more reason for me to tuck and conceal this 

Your boy might have to hit a fuck-nigga kill switch 

Snap right back to me standin' in the projects 

Bakin' soda, boxes son handin' me the Pyrex 

We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x 

The world is yours plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex 

SC 400, that's all your boy wanted 

And the light-skinned shorty from next door that's frontin' 

She couldn't see that I was that next boy or somethin' 

Maybe I just needed to flex more or somethin' 

Now I hit that fuckin' Rolex store for nothin' 

And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stuntin' 

And if I need a bitch, I could text yours or somethin' 

Then she don't see me the next tour tour or somethin' 

Shit crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty-three 

Ridin' through Brooklyn, realizin' it's only one of me 

Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be 

It feelin' like all of y'all don't want none of me 

In this kitchen, step back and watch the chef cook 

My corner told me, "Counter jabs with a left hook" 

And give me mine, you don't want to see my stress look 

I drive through with the mask, lookin' like Westbrook 

Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there 

Now multiply it by how many times I been here 

Forty Gs for the show with the in-ears 

Dog, I ain't hit a ATM in ten years 

There's a difference in gettin' money and got money 

I'm just a winner with a pocket full of pot money 

I ain't judgin', baby, go and get that thot money 

You better stay for a rainy day when it's not sunny 

You know niggas change just like the weather 

Get in one argument and just like, "Whatever" 

Meet a new bitch who look just like whoever 

People sayin', "Wasn't they just, like, together?" 

My bitch ass feel so soft just like my leather 

Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever 

This life forever, fuck the lame, mad shit 

You wouldn't look this good in the same-ass fit 

I'll give it to you niggas on some AIM Blast shit 

Then give it to your sons on some Dame Dash shit, boy 

You niggas ain't bosses anyway 

A nine-to-five beat a ten-to-life any day 

Get your money cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

You scared to death, you scared to look 

You scause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

You scared to death, you scared to look 

You scause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

You scared to death, you scared to look 

You scause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

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I'm just a vibe man, 

that's what my bitch told me 

she said I'm just a vide that she can find nowhere else (you can't find it) 

(it's special) You can't find can't find this shit nowhere else right now it's that raw like that shit is . This shit is straight out of meddling, Anit no such thing as, Anit No Such way of niggas telling you how to get your money man (can't tell me nothing), unless I'm asking you for some money, then maybe you can me Somthing, niggas can't you nothing man, niggas can't me nothing man we been getting money way too long man, I've been up longer than I been down boy! 

It's the family, you scared to death you scared to look, you scared to get this money or Somthing, it like you scared boy, rock you in your face with the loaded gun, you all alone in these streets cousin x2 

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