Comedy Central

[Verse 1: Malice & Fabolous] Say, dawg, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome four that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' 'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen "Goodnight, friend, 'til we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again", uh I never front like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well, that's just something I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend? If they could, they'd kill me, friend 'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Yeah) [Verse 2: Fabolous] They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it, please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy's in a hurry Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's your ice cream look like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's I got them Teflons to shove in the four That have undercovers and po' recovering slow The government know the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow, Ghetto [Verse 3: Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocain" I turn over 'caine over and over again Hell, so much clientele I could lose it all today, be back the next day Still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down, up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask 'em, Pusha T push a ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes, I'm holding, whether it's heat or cocaine In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it Saran Wrap, Vaseline so they can't sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa [Interlude] Let me hit that, cuz Hit that good shit Damn, this shit some killa, cuz That's that 'dro-ski woah-ski Damn right You think I'm a freeloader, cuz? Nah, you know, cuz-cuz, man, don't— don't even go there, cuz You know you my nigga, man Nah, he— he said you— you said He said you— you was talkin' 'bout me Talkin' 'bout you say I'm a freeloader Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout that baby mama shit, cuz You know, we was talkin' 'bout in general All the bullshit that's goin' on right now, cuz Oh, nah, mane, this bitch crazy, man I just came over here to talk to you, man This bitch got me stressed out like a motherfucker, man I don't even fuck with this bitch, man You got me payin'— You got me payin' like I'm payin' for your damn kids Good lookin' out, cuz I got you, though, cuz, I got you for all that shit, cuz Man, don't worry about it, I know you got me But don't got me, get me Cuz! Cuz, I know you ain't actin' like that, cuz (Man, I ain't sayin'—) I know you ain't gon' carry it like that, cuz (I ain't sayin' all that) I'm not sayin' all that Come on, cuz, we grew up together, cuz (I know you got me, cuz) I know you got me, you family, cuz Cuz, if it— if it's like that, cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz It's too much shit goin' on, man Cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz Killa, it's too much shit that's goin' on right now to be— I'm sayin' though, cuz, but you gon' carry like that with me, cuz I'm sayin' like that though, cuz I'm sayin', we grew up together, man, my— I'm sayin', though, man Bitch, I know you ain't cryin'! You p— you cryin'? It ain't even like that, cuz It ain't like that, cuz Roll up