Comedy Central

The Clipse featuring Fabolous

[Intro]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh



[Malice]

Say dog, let's not get involved

You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo

Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids

Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs

And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose

They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news

Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game

I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name

I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke

I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke

And we got word in the street that the cops watch us

But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'

Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'

Tonight friend, until we meet again

But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh

I never front, like I'm something I'm not

Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not

Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that

And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap

Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)

Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much

They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much

And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on



[Fabolous]

They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please

I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease

This guys in a hurry

Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary

I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry

Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry

Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts

E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts

I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac

In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back

The street family so cool, we could pull bitches

Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches