Fabolous — Coming For You Freestyle

[Intro: Joe Budden & Fabolous] Show you how we do it (Brooklyn) [Chorus 1: Fabolous] F-A, I'ma let these [?] spray (Blaow) B-O, hope your vest is [?] L-O, yeah, run and tell po's U-S, you fuckin' with [?], nigga [Verse 1: Fabolous] Who else you know make communities nervous That get knocked for attempts and walk away with community service? You can see why I got a deal Look at my attorney, you can see why I got a pill Look at my chain, you can see why I got the chills Looked at the rims, hard to see why I got the wheels And your money's as long as who? Shorty, I got guns in my closets as long as you This player's on the street I'm either in some hottie or in somebody disc player on repeat Now everybody gettin' sprayed And if I take off his durag you'll understand why everybody gettin' braids I keep the fiends noddin' in the street And chicks between my lap looking like they noddin' to the beat My team be in a stretch on skinnies And we been down with takin' other people property before Treach and Vinnie What I'ma front for? I'm still hot, still got Niggas that'll bring it to your front door like Jill Scott Please don't mind me, I'm 'posed to style You lookin' at Brooklyn's pretty thug poster child I rock the TechnoMarine And mommy got me 'bout to wreck the [?] way she pecked on the weenier Don't let me see ya be squealin' I'll have strangers in your house and you'll know how Tamia be feelin' Wasn't for this flow nigga like me'd be dealin' Choppin' and baggin', scrappin' the plate Now niggas tryna get me on every mixtape in the state Plus I'm in the Benz with the headlights shaped like an eight Hope I catch you young boys together Y'all can share this clip and laid in one [?] together I'm from Bedford-Stuy, f' with I You and your girl'll be callin' 911 like y'all 'Clef and Blige, motherfucker [Chorus 2: Joe Budden] J-OE, Doug Jacob stay low B-U, cock when I see D-D, bleed when you see me E-N, step again y'all end [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Yo, [?] Joe [?] from the cracks Run with thoroughbred vets, I don't be with the rats Beef is beef, we can take it deeper than rap I'm known to drive by, slumped in the seat with a gat Heat to your back, y'all get played, leave it at that With me that's not going down, no, but I keep in the bag You the joker in the building, got beef with a Jack Gettin' pumped for the bottom bunk, sleepin' with fags Now I keep the gun tucked in my Leevy's, Joe propose to his 9 Cheat on that, marry my Mac 10 like T-Boz Cats said they had [?] before the rap shit Come around, they don't show face like closed caskets Y'all wanna rap now 'bout tools and biscuits Y'all authors write about it, some dudes done did it Joe Budden, different from them other dudes that's frigid I get around, like to travel, like to move my pivot Like I had to break the news to you bitches Tried to tell cats that beef is nothin' like abusive snitches Pitched the raw, swift cat ditched the law Turned around blue trial like crips in court Joe brolic write deadly, paint pictures of doom Clowns owe me money like I can't get in your room I'll get to you soon, I'm not human, I wasn't born No labour, no pushin', I just ripped through the womb See, I'm tryna cop a few acres Tryna cop more whips than car lots, more dubs than bootleggers Chrome or black trigger, stack big as tap liquor, rap sicker Joe Budden, AKA that nigga