F You Too (feat. Paul Cain) (Explicit) - Fabolous/Paul Cain

Yeah desert storm niggaz cain

Ghetto I got these niggaz man

Clue I'm the first line of defense yeah

And I'ma show 'em what that means

I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it f**k you

Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya f**k you

Wherever I see you ni**a 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

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 sl double nickel scarlet red

F**k you I'm tryna get my cash right

All my niggaz flip birds

And blast pipes addicted to the fast life

Live everyday like my last night od'in or x

When I got signed like len bias on draft night

Niggaz uh street dreams yeah uh yeah

I see ya faggot a** schemin f**k you

B**ch you don't wanna swallow semen f**k you

No you hate the way i'm street dreamin f**k you

That's why I ridin clappin wit the 40 cal screamin f**k 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

Ni**a 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 oj 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 a** 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 utinsels

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 f**ka

I see ya faggot a** schemin f**k you

B**ch you don't wanna swallow semen f**k you

No you hate the way I'm Street Dreamin f**k you

That's why I ridin clappin wit the 40 Cal screamin f**k you

I see ya faggot a** schemin f**k you

B**ch you don't wanna swallow semen f**k you

No you hate the way I'm Street Dreamin f**k you

That's why I ridin clappin wit the 40 Cal screamin f**k you