Affirmative Action Freestyle

[Intro: Fabolous]

Ay yo, sit back relax, sip ya Cognac, young insomniac

Cause you sleep the 'hood will wash you like a laundromat

Sneak attack and trap from cats who pop collar

In fact your dog will be on a shirt like a Rottweiler

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Some say I'm funny style, I say I'm "getting money style"

Niggas get shot every day, shit ain't even funny now

The streets is hungry, I remember how my tummy growled

I was just a bummy child, now they see me come in Childs

Made a mill, my life is looking yummy now

Learned from being broke don't get rich and be a dummy now

Cause rap niggas turning mummy now

Hosting all black parties, eyes teary, nose runny now

So warn your brothers, yeah them carats cost a hundred thou

But when it's over, that's all folks, Bugs Bunny style

Ain't see it before, my eyes is 20/20 now

Used to keep it a hunnid, them niggas funny money now

So I got the two-seater, keep your honey from me now

Paint white, seats tan, shit look honey bunny now

Yeah, shout out to homies on the Ave still

There's no Love in the game, that's how the Cavs feel

[Verse 2: Paul Cain]

Yo my mind's hard-wired for crime, career crook

From the cradle that's just how I'm designed

Certified street king, I'm the last of my kind

For how he lived, not for the way that he died, is how a man is defined

These new niggas, quick to shoot without looking, blind fury

All pussy, when the wolfpack loose they hide jury

They hide when I fly by, high in that 5 Series

Don't care how cool you think they is, don't bring them guys near me

Never trust a soul, fuck what the 'hood think

First they took Stack from us, then they took Chinx

Survival of the fit, the hunger is real

My city is like a concrete jungle for real

Kill or be killed in my mindset since I was twelve

Getting money, eating good with my people and live well

If I don't find heaven on Earth, I raise hell

You see hellfire, escape from the barrel, I blaze shells

To this day I ask my man, "How the fuck we escape cells"?

The few who understand me, they come from the same hell

This shit I say is shocking, you stepped on a third rail

You gotta feel me to know what I'm saying -- Cain braille

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

See I normally leave the classics alone

Normally no B&E's without a map of the home

Formally, I don't compare, all these rappers is clones

You ever sat on the throne, spattering poems, I massacre homes

But these new niggas beef different, they just send a sub at em

Me, I'm still tinting the hoop, cocking the snub at em

Niggas don't fuck wit 'em, I don't give a fuck again

LeBron-inspired, musta thought I needed Love to win

Smoke and mirrors, gotta be an illusion

You never see me disputing, I delete the confusion

I scoop my nigga in that two-seater, we moving

Soon as he extend an arm, we gon' reach a conclusion

You niggas never felt that pain, it's like torture

When the shooter never come in for Teague (fatigue), like Korver

Nigga whole existence is to take them pies off ya

When you see him you might often know that niggas might off ya