Exhibit F

[Intro: Fabolous]

Its so sad

But I would like to thank everyone who came along, to the funeral service

Somehow, someway, we will find a way to move on

As we proceed, to give you what you need

2010 mothafuckas

Bring that money in mothafuckas

Everything comes to an end

And therefore, I bring you, Exhibit F

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

One day Im gon be sleepin' in a box

But when that time comes, it comes

Ain't no need to keep peepin' at the clocks

The hood is like an anchor,think deeper than them blocks

My boat was made to float, not for keepin' at the docks

They sweepin' through the blocks

Slam you on the floor, for what you keepin' in your socks

16 year olds be sleepin' with their Glocks

I tried to tell him chill, just keep it on them rocks

He looked at me and transformed

Thats like making sand castles, in a sandstorm

He said its a cold world, not the sandstorm

But the heat's the only way I keep my hands warm

I told the lil nigga God got a plan for 'em

He said im Hollywood, go back where they plant palms

This the jungle bro, this ain't no fuckin' ant farm

And out here, life's a bitch that you can't charm

Damn, that's the realest shit I ever heard

Sometimes a dumb ass drops a clever turd

Smokin' sour diesel from 173rd

I'm bout fly shit, so if I ever bird

I can't fly with pigeons, gotta soar with eagles

A wise man told me, vultures don't war with seagulls

If looks could kill, ain't a nigga more illegal

Closet lookin' like you walk through the door at Segal's

Spot they sell clothes, Crescent & Melrose

I run d mc's, check my shelltoes

I'm on the red carpet, takin' pics jail pose

I see through your bars nigga, the cells closed

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Know what

They call me Fab Electronica

Presedential suite, so it's Fab and young Monica

Stevie Wonder niggas better grab ya harmonica

Screamin' go daddy, so its Fab and young Donica

Shit, I mean Danica

Pockets full of Benjamins, Franklin not Banneker

Thick as a Brittanica

Death comes to all, when it comes, don't panic bruh

If it goes down, stay on ya Titanic bruh

Never jump ship nigga

You know I'm packin' if we ever bump hips nigga

I'm Jive Records, I dump clips nigga

Count it , or cock it, I'm a thumb tip nigga

We eatin' over here, check my crumb lips nigga

I wipe my mouth, right before I wipe 'em out

Shootin' videos, thats what niggas hype about

Shit, we makin' movies, introducin' Fab Pitt

Crush stations, only time I deal with crab shit

This the funeral, sit back and reminisce

You should be cryin' by the end of this

NICE