Fabolous, funk flex, volume 4, niggas, c'mon... Yo, it's gettin' hard to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin' hard white balls faster than Roger Clemens y'all know the kid with the "O"s thats as large as linens, when it comes to selling trees--I'm as large as Timberland My lawyer got my charges slimin', he said the only way you going upstate, if its along with women Pull out the garage like Gremlins, a rockford fos. system in it, that'll have the projects tremblin' yall know nothin' bout lettin' a few sprays go off, yall only reach for your hip when your 2-way goes off shots'll fly by your head, your tupee blow off, I aint Crip, I'm just a blue-grey show-off, Ghetto Fab, I more than rap for my bucks, keep two nines on me like Warren Sapp from the Bucs' The word I'm ballin', be flowin' til my jet shakes, and I keep chicks in my lap--throwin' me head fakes Nigga, I walk around with them grands you stackin', and me and Flex dont roll unless they Andrew Jacksons It's Brooklyn by me, the crook that I be, y'all even look or eye me, y'all gettin' hooked to an I.V., mutherfuckers