[Fabolous (DJ Clue):]
Ladies and Gentlemen
It's my pleasure to present to you (My pleasure)
Street Family (Ah ha!)
Street Fam, that Street Fam (Woo Woo)
It's the realest that you've ever seen (New Fabolous, Paul Cain)
And ya'll know who I be right? (Come, On!)
Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Lo Loso (Yea!)
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso
Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!)

It won't stop, until I do the numbers I'm supposed to
And my accountant got as many numbers as a social
With a beach house that's somewhere on the coast too
Bunch of bad bitches that some of ya'll proposed to (Clue!)
I hear n***as talk dumber then they supposed to
I plug a leak like a plumber is supposed to
Ride this clean yea, someone's gon' oppose you
Please don't make me be the someone who expose you (Word!)
I snatch ya kids, or someone that you close to
Then the body parts start coming in the postal
Summer's getting close too, gotta go drop
I gotta slow bop in the Prada low tops
My Domicana sell out a co-op
She also can suck the gum out a blow-pop (Woo!)
The Feds wanna talk to my accountant too
They heard I bottle green like Mountain Dew
Too many rocks to be countin' boo
The globe look like the one in the Scarface fountain do
But they can't take the ayto (Nah!)
Point-blank will open ya face, to the white like a baked potato
And I'm not new at this
I'm on the jet, but ain't nothing change but the pilot line and the stewardess (Ah ha!)
A guy in fur, continental flying spur
You might wanna keep an eye on her (Clue!)
No questionable moves
Before I have her in sex positions, that look like wrestling moves (Damn)
Get some chest shots, coming my way
Believe me (Yea!) ya best not stop at my gate (Yea!)
3 cars, the rest not in the drive-way, (Yea!)
You know I got rest spots like a highway (Yeaa!)
And mid-town, the loft cost big
In Jersey, back-yard is golf course big (uhh huh)
In Brooklyn, it's Jay, of course B.I.G
After that it's me, F-A-B, you know? (Ha ha!)
Now what you know about chauffeurs (huh?)
The roof tucked in like a fold-out sofa (woo!)
It's more heat when I spray off rhymes
The price is up like floor seats at playoff time
You feel me?
[Paul Cain (DJ Clue):]
'Chea (Yea Yea)
Hey yo Fab I got these n***as (Come on!)

This shit don't stop until the cribs like Madison Square
5 M's in income is what I average a year
Poppin' corks, not to real talk but Fab in a Leer
Right now, I'm dead close, I ain't braggin' I swear, (Ah ha)
Cause I'm a hustler, I eat like I'm supposed
Fab taught me to watch people, mainly the leeches and the hoes
I'm no longer into beefin' with my foes
I'm into chicks freakin after shows
Sippin' peach and different flows
I even taught my young boys to speak to me in code
Cause it's hard to tell which n***as leakin' to the po's (Yea Yea!)
These boys in the hood wanna creep me and I knows
Kiss said a couple funerals would keep me on my toes
So I travel with the ninas
Cause the last two bodies that dropped got n***as walkin' 'round the hood like ballerinas
From experience I learned that a ratchet in the Beamer (What!)
Calm a n***a down with a savage-like demeanour
I'd be damned if that ain't true
Talking reckless on Smack when we all know that ain't you (We all know)
N***a you actin' out of character, reading from a movie script
Cross me, and Imma have to do you from a uzi grip
The shit's hilarious, think you gonna fool me prick (huh?)
You a fraud, I know them clown n***as you be with
They don't draw guns, they draw sketches for the jake
Think I don't know? The diamonds in them necklaces is fake (Clue!)
I'm known overseas, well-respected in the states
Ask Clue, run up on you, throw the Heckler in yo face
Fucking snakes, yea!
[DJ Clue:]
Yea man
He's a hustler
Part one
Ya'll see me