Shook Ones Pt. 2 (freestyle) Lyrics - Fabolous

Yeah! 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 

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(1) 

You got to f#ck 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 f#ck nigga kill switch 

Snap right back to me standing in the projects 

Baking soda, boxes son handing 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 fronting 

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

Maybe I just needed to flex more or something 

Now I hit that f#king Rolex store for nothing 

And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stunting 

And if I need a bitch, I could text yours or something 

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

Shit crazy right? imagine me when I was twenty three 

Riding through Brooklyn, realizing it's only one of me 

Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be 

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

I drive through with the mask, looking 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 getting money and got money 

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

I ain't judging, 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 whoever 

People saying, wasn't they just, like, together? 

My bitch ass feel soft just like my leather 

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

Photos 

This life forever, f#ck 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 tender life any day 

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

U scared to death, U scared to look, U sCause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

U scared to death, U scared to look, U sCause ain't no thing as halfway crooks 

U scared to death, U scared to look, U sCause ain't no thing as halfway crooks...