Fabolous — Popular Demand

[Chorus: Fabolous] [?] don't you? Nigga go head and die, won’t you? I take the swag back that I loaned ya Street fam, we back by popular demand They say your boy fly That George W. Kush keeping your boy high Yeah I watch the boy die It's street fam, we back by popular demand [Verse 1: Fabolous] You are now listening to the motherfucking funeral Yeah I'm showing my ass, so you can say I’m mooning you I'm assuming you heard me on a tune or two Straight sunnin these niggas, my flow [?] Like [?] with a goon or two Saying the wrong thing get you a bullit wound or two Fuck them blogs son, who cares if them rumers true? Bullits travil faster than them internet rumers do See this Frank Muler with the roman numerals Had them greek bitches getting naked in the room for you The sooner you lames drop dead The whole world can see that the game's not dead I killed a couple rappers, I just ain't got cred But I left a couple white T's and tank tops red So keeep [?] albums that ain't dropped yet Saying hating shit, like that's the same drop head [Chorus: Fabolous] [?] don't you? Nigga go head and die, won’t you? I take the swag back that I loaned ya Street fam, we back by popular demand They say your boy fly That George W. Kush keeping your boy high Yeah I watch the boy die It’s street fam, we back by popular demand [Verse 2: Paul Cain] And it will get ulitised [?] one of you stupid guys I doubt you will survive I'm used to guys talking bout what they used to drive What they had, washed up, claming that they used to ride That old hustler talk, bout how they used to move them pies Nigga please, I see through them foolish lies I look down on them, I got a different view of guys Lil nigga you a small, I’m a supersize I burn through these guys, I'm so competitive Flow more potent than any setitive I went from a worker to the chief executive I fire you from your position, no [?] No trails left to follo, no evidence No acurat time [?] And anybody get it, no [?] Marksman, I never miss, It almost looks effortless [?]word whole [?] And that's cause real niggas respect what I represent And your decision to try me was just [?] I'm campaining like I was running for president [Chorus: Fabolous] [?] don’t you? Nigga go head and die, won't you? I take the swag back that I loaned ya Street fam, we back by popular demand They say your boy fly That George W. Kush keeping your boy high Yeah I watch the boy die It's street fam, we back by popular demand