Death Penalty - Fabolous
Chorus For not being who you claim You get found guilty 2 counts of bein lame You get found guilty The Charge of fuckin up the game You get found guilty Real niggas sentence you Dead Penalty Fabolous Uhhh Lets get back to this real shit We ride no pump breaks Errbody takin like they the shooters Mann I aint goin for them pump fakes These niggas is crump cakes Wish they would say some snake Get banged on like the treble makes The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake These niggas in my lane Lob city in these streets Jessus piece on my chain Need God with me in these streets I went through hell to get to where heaven is Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish If she aint ridin shotty AK 47 is Shorty came to me when she left her man I looked at her and said you sumthin else But the best way to get over sumbody Is gettin under sumone else On that note I'm in that 1, 2, 3 pin that Baby tellin me I'm the best I b yellin I been that In the club half a pill and a full clip Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit Game There goes ghost I'm in that mothafucka like pacman Niggas talkin about robin I aint goin for that batman King of diamonds like super Sunday 100 thou for that lap dance See straight thorugh you pussy niggas I call that a cat scan And on that note we in here Pink coroc pronto My gun throw bullets like payton manning My chic walk around wit that bronco Extend the clip in that conso 2 mill for that condo We gon shot for that green I aint talkin no rondo Nigga tryin to say that I aint a G I point it at him said you sumthin else See these basketballs wife all around my table? We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps Now pop open that tin pac Your life savings I spend that Niggas fan of my instagram Beggin me for their bitch back Sendin treats to my B M Tryin to hack my email Niggas wisperin to themselves All huddled up like females Your bitch about to be detailed I aint sparin no details She choked up like Sprewell I drop her off in the v12 (niceee) Ridin around wit that Houston rocket Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket Chorus 2x Slim Thug I'm goin back to cali I'm goin back to cali I'm out of drank and dro so I'm goin back to cali I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces Couple pounds of that kush I aint the only one getting wasted Smoke a lil, sell the rest ima hustla baby Gotta Invest get mine plus interest You niggas still aint winiing yet I just sold my 4th bentley Then I got that photo porche Bout to switch it up for the summa Thinkin bout that electric hummer Strapped up got extra armor In case a hatin nigga wanna play Everythang I rep a 100 You could check my resume They don't make em like me no more They don't make a miss t no more I don't see too many G's I jus see a bunch of CP 4's Lets get back to that real shit That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit East West and the South If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out) Chorus
Artist: Fabolous
Title: Death Penalty