Roger That

[Intro: Freck Billionaire] Breaker, breaker 1-9 I am here now and all the competition are dead There are no survivors I'm here now, I repeat there all dead, do you copy [Verse 1: Fabolous] Roger That Ra-Ra-Roger That My team about green, Rondo roger that I take the la to the head like a Dodger hat I do it big baby, where they do it larger at These niggas dead, where the hell they charger at These bitches washed up, straight out of the laundromat I'm so far ahead of my rivals When I show up it kills em, dead on arrival They said New York was dead but I led the revival I guess I'm just built to last, bred for survival Unstoppable, unbreakable I keep one nine like breaker-breaker do Shorty say what it do is what I make 'er do Get her on the first shot, yea one take, boo Now she need the black mamba badder then the Lakers do I d-d-t the pussy, I'm Jake the Snake to you I put em in the coffin, I'm the Undertaker too She met the God now her man gonna meet his maker too What's beef? That questions mistakeable I mean I done had a well-done stake or two But as far as rap niggas go, we slaughter cows Apron on, tape a song, flow slaughter house You niggas porterhouse, filet, t-bone I'm Macaulay Culkin homes, leave me alone I'm in the zone, who want some of this college D You sorry ass niggas owe me an apology I'm about a dolla-G, master in grindology Groupie-ass niggas must have took Astrology Cause all they do is follow stars Pride won't di-gest we don't swallow ours Swagger out this world, I get my style from Mars You add that with the fact that Loso spittin asylum bars You understand why competition is extinct Them boys is gone, word to N'Sync I'm the black Timberlake in black Timbalands They all dead you could send back the ambulance [Interlude: Freck Billionaire] Breaker, breaker 1-9 This is West Philly Freck He wasn't lying, theres no competition left Nothing but dead rappers everywhere Fake chains all over the ground everywhere Please stand by [Verse 2: Freck Billionaire] It's West Philly Freck stunting on the breaker, break I put them oils in the hood like Quaker State OG Kush yes I do the wake and bake I got them circles and them squares bitch take a shape So holla at me if you niggas tryna find a key I get that ass tuned up like Meineke Mr. Bar for Bar rappers need to buy a line I get you VIP passes to the flyathon I be running through shutting down mad spots Out in Short Hills Mall I'm the mascot In Alaska, you couldn't find a colder nigga I still push it in the hood like a stroller nigga I still crack the block up like Meet the Browns And if your money right I might let you meet the pounds I pop rose like the shit is Miller Draft I'm so cool that them young bitches feel a draft Street Fam, bo y, yes we the casket flowas West Philly Freck, I will get your casket lowered I dare tomorrow, breaker breaker 1 9er It's the mutha fucking king of all the one liners A hundred thousand for the watch, yall chipped in And I ain't ask them for a bargain I just chipped in Down in Bar Harbor when I hit a shop or two I got that amex that look like Shaka Zulu On some real shit motherfucker credit score Cause when you got the cake, what you need the credit for I'm usually in the cut like nip/tuck Or that tangerine coop getting lip-sucked That's just how we go down when the woman kick it They know I'm gettin money like the winning ticket West Philly Freck, I be on that road strapped When it' comes to being fly I'm the road map [Outro: Fabolous] Oh my God this beyond what you could have imagined This is, this is this is worse then the Black Plague I never seen anything of this kind of devastation Um it's of catastrophic proportions I think we have a instinction level event on our hands Dead bodys everywhere Eww it reeks of dead rapper down here I'm gonna need to get outta here Roger that