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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Exhibit F
[Intro:] It's 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 20 10 motherfuckers Bring that money in motherfuckers Everything comes to an end And therefore I bring you, exhibit F
[Fabolous:] One day I 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 anger thing 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 'em chill just keep em on them rocks He looked at me and transformed That's like making sand castles in a sandstorm He said its a cold world and I can stand storm But the heats the only way I keep my hands warm I told the lil nigga god got a plan for him He said I'm Hollywood go back where they playin' palms This the jungle bro, this no fuckin' ant farm And out here life's a bitch that you cant charm Damn, that's the realest shit i ever heard Sometimes a dumbass drops a clever turd Smokin sour diesel, from one seven third I'm bout fly shit, so if I ever bird I cant fly with pigeons, gotta soar with eagles A wise man told me vultures don't roll with seagulls If looks could kill, aint a nigga more illegal Closet lookin' like u walked through the door at segals Spot the cell close, pressin' in melrose I run d mc's check my shelltoes I'm on the red carpet taking pics jail pose I see through your bars nigga, the cells closed Know what They call me fab electronica Presidential suite so its fab and young hannukah Stevie wonder niggas better grab your harmonica Screaming go daddy so its fab and young donica Shit I mean Danica Pockets full of Benjamins, Franklins not Banneker Dick is a Britanica Death comes to all when it comes don't panic bra If it goes down stay on your titanic bra Never jump ship nigga You know I'm packin if we ever bump hips nigga I'm jive records, I don't clipse nigga Count it or cock it, I'm a thumb tick nigga We eatin' over here check my crumb lips nigga I wipe my mouth right before i wipe em out Shootin' videos that's what niggas hype about? Shit, we make movies introducin fab pitt Crush stations (crustaceans) only time I deal with crab shit This the funeral, sit back and reminisce You should be crying by the end of this Nice
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