[Chorus: Fabolous]
[?] don't you?
N***a 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 n***as, 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?
N***a 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
N***a please, I see through them foolish lies
I look down on them, I got a different view of guys
Lil n***a 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 n***as 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?
N***a 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