Fabolous - The Way (Intro) Lyrics

Artist: Fabolous

Album: Loso's Way

  • Songwriters: Bart Howard, John David Jackson, Nicholas Warwar

I said fuck 'em all, muthafuck 'em all
Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chucky doll
I would've been your friend till the end, bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness

But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you

Eww, you niggas disgust me
And they ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how I'm killin' everything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches

No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocks from Jay
And I'm still here, we still here
What does this break dude? It's still here

And dude talk, concernin' New York
When I was runnin' the city you was learnin' to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin' for ya

But wasn't for me prolly wouldn't have happened for ya
So I rest my case, I'm a rappin' lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches

No words, I describe 'em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter S
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V

They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L V D or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell

And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective, a fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up, you still on the zipper pull

And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin', I got the streets lookin'
They watch what I do so they know what to do
Lil' money never told big money what to do

Money talks if you speak Guapanese
A language better known if you gettin' cheddar holmes
If not get a loan use that like Rosetta Stone

And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear 'em cryin' broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo' gualla, don't holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at koalas

I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin' like the 'drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin' 'em rock wallas off the colla

Somebody tell me something, what the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin'
They infiltrated the game but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin' that shit is not lookey

So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
'Cause who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him

No Carlito's way when I spot a hater
Drop him like a hot potato, you ahead, got me later
Yeah, I keep it gangsta but I'mma do it my way
The new day of the week is called my day
So it's my say, pass my K, I'm through talkin'


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