Intro-Jah Jah Man

Intro - Fab I said f**k 'em all, muthaf**k 'em all Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chucky doll I would've been your friend till the end, b**ch Guess there ain't no friends in this sh*t bidness Just a bunch of assholes in the sh*t bidness But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue These b**ches talk sh*t out the same mouth they kiss you These niggas kiss a** with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t unless they discuss me Let's talk about how I'm killin' everything I touches Or how I walked in this game with no crutches No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre No Cash Money from Baby and no rocks from Jay And I'm still here, we still here What does this break dude? It's still here And dude talk, concernin' New York When I was runnin' the city you was learnin' to walk So I watched you niggas take they first steps And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin' for ya But wasn't for me prolly wouldn't have happened for ya So I rest my case, I'm a rappin' lawyer That's unless you wanna talk bad b**ches Section full of bridezillas, that's mad b**ches No words, I describe 'em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter S They keep it G, they sweet as T Look good in the passenger seat of V They ride double R, smell like double C The Bags are L V D or a double G Fly as hell, shades wire cell On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell And please don't even talk about swag I'm cool and collective, a fool with perspective I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal I already came up, you still on the zipper pull And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn I keep the hood watchin', I got the streets lookin' They watch what I do so they know what to do Lil' money never told big money what to do Money talks if you speak Guapanese A language better known if you gettin' cheddar holmes If not get a loan use that like Rosetta Stone And that way you can holla bout a dolla I hear 'em cryin' broke, they holla like a toddler Come holla at yo' gualla, don't holla at sovallas You'll end up down under tryna holla at koalas I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala We can get it jumpin' like the 'drolics on Impala I feel like Neno lettin' 'em rock wallas off the colla Somebody tell me something, what the f**k happened? Somebody talk to me, muthaf**k rappin' They infiltrated the game but who let in the pookies? Kingpins is snitchin' that sh*t is not lookey So f**k new friends unless they stay solo 'Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him No Carlito's way when I spot a hater Drop him like a hot potato, you ahead, got me later Yeah, I keep it gangsta but I'mma do it my way The new day of the week is called my day So it's my say, pass my K, I'm through talkin'