Fabolous - Renengade Lyrics
Intro - Fabolous]Uh, you think I give a ***** about what these niggas say manThey even talked about Jesus[Fabolous]I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shininSorta like some clear diamondsI hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindinSome where rhymin, or somewhere climbingOut of a pottable 760, inclasable very stickyWit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quicklyI ain't *****, so I won't allow you to ever dick meI know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick meBut I move, like the President through townWit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crownI put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetaryIs where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are foundSo I take the time, of whatever the bench throwThe 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch holeMean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hecticBut I'm *****ing like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's recordAnd the girls more than like you, when you running runDoing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like youYou going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mixThe little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicksTryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quickI'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-sixYou can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-upCause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb upI just turn the system up and keep boppinI never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppinAnd I tell the cops, this joint is for protectionDon't they see when I come through, how these people point in my directionThat's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erectionTill I'm in a joint made for correctionAnd right now, the way rapper bi'ness spreadIt wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga[Paul Cain]Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get itWhether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitchingAnd ***** the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it(Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparentI'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as thatI make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rapLike a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo backI get you murdered if I think you a wrapCause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles atAnd you don't know how much I been through, in factI never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you catsAnd I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat itI'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeatedI'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe itLeave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean itMy Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen itOr spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cementAnd I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavinYou don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW![Outro - Paul Cain]And the bad part about it is man, hahaI'm only twenty years old manAnd I'm just havin funMan I ain't even tryin manDesert Storm's youngest, and in charge manPaul Cain, manYo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard manI got these niggas manClue! Holla at cha boySkatin DollaDuro! it's our year manDesert Storm, we gon' kill niggas manYou already know what it isIt's a ho'cide manStop "Street Dreamin"
