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[Fabolous]


I ain`t mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin


Sorta like some clear diamonds


I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin


Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing


Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky


Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly


I ain`t pussy, so I won`t allow you to ever dick me


I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me


But I move, like the President through town


Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown


I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary


Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found


So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw


The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole


Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic


But I`m fucking like I`m tryna take down Chamberlain`s record


And the girls more than like you, when you running run


Doing world tours like Michael, but girl`s sure don`t like you


You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix


The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks


Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick


I`m on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six


You can look at this rider, and see I`m on the come-up


Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don`t see `em with they thumb up


I just turn the system up and keep boppin


I never get, where I`m tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin


And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection


Don`t they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction


That`s why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection


Till I`m in a joint made for correction


And right now, the way rapper bi`ness spread


It wouldn`t even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga





[Paul Cain]


Since I`m in the position to get rich, I`ma get it


Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching


And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it


(Nigga you know) and don`t try to act like the truth ain`t apparent


I`m on a mission to get richer, it`s as simple as that


I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap


Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!


And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back


I get you murdered if I think you a wrap


Cause if you don`t show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at


And you don`t know how much I been through, in fact


I never did like you, I ain`t even gon` pretend wit you cats


And I`m the nicest, I ain`t gotta say it twice and repeat it


I`m a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated


I`ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it


Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it


My Desert`s the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it


Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement


And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I`m leavin


You don`t know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!





[Outro - Paul Cain]


And the bad part about it is man, haha


I`m only twenty years old man


And I`m just havin fun


Man I ain`t even tryin man


Desert Storm`s youngest, and in charge man


Paul Cain, man


Yo Fab man, you ain`t even gotta go hard man


I got these niggas man


Clue! Holla at cha boy


Skatin Dolla


Duro! it`s our year man


Desert Storm, we gon` kill niggas man


You already know what it is


It`s a ho`cide man


Stop "Street Dreamin"

[Fabolous]


I ain`t mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin


Sorta like some clear diamonds


I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin


Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing


Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky


Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly


I ain`t pussy, so I won`t allow you to ever dick me


I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me


But I move, like the President through town


Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown


I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary


Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found


So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw


The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole


Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic


But I`m fucking like I`m tryna take down Chamberlain`s record


And the girls more than like you, when you running run


Doing world tours like Michael, but girl`s sure don`t like you


You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix


The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks


Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick


I`m on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six


You can look at this rider, and see I`m on the come-up


Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don`t see `em with they thumb up


I just turn the system up and keep boppin


I never get, where I`m tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin


And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection


Don`t they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction


That`s why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection


Till I`m in a joint made for correction


And right now, the way rapper bi`ness spread


It wouldn`t even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga





[Paul Cain]


Since I`m in the position to get rich, I`ma get it


Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching


And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it


(Nigga you know) and don`t try to act like the truth ain`t apparent


I`m on a mission to get richer, it`s as simple as that


I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap


Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!


And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back


I get you murdered if I think you a wrap


Cause if you don`t show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at


And you don`t know how much I been through, in fact


I never did like you, I ain`t even gon` pretend wit you cats


And I`m the nicest, I ain`t gotta say it twice and repeat it


I`m a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated


I`ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it


Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it


My Desert`s the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it


Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement


And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I`m leavin


You don`t know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!





[Outro - Paul Cain]


And the bad part about it is man, haha


I`m only twenty years old man


And I`m just havin fun


Man I ain`t even tryin man


Desert Storm`s youngest, and in charge man


Paul Cain, man


Yo Fab man, you ain`t even gotta go hard man


I got these niggas man


Clue! Holla at cha boy


Skatin Dolla


Duro! it`s our year man


Desert Storm, we gon` kill niggas man


You already know what it is


It`s a ho`cide man


Stop "Street Dreamin"

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