Fabolous - Next Generation lyrics

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Fabolous - Next Generation lyrics

[Hook] Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation Rap's new generation Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation [Jo Jo Pellegrino] Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano Throw em' all in the bottomless pit For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and sh** [Cadillac Tah] Yo, you b**h n***as is prey, time pay I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr] f*ggot n***a I slide through Any hood representin' my set, generation is new But I wear this tech like a vest Spit and tear up ya vest D-A double D for that dough Hit em' where it hurt most You n***as ain't comin' close I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost We k**ers, Violator, Murderer n***as [Hook] [R.C.] It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada And a b**h serve the guard properly She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos And j**els that give you cataracts, b**h who you foolin' They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe And eight darts n***a, no one to leave [Fabolous] I come out with fire Stop, drop, roll out the booth Th rims come out the tires I stop, hop fall off the roof Only thing you should know is that's them hoin' This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan It's spelled with a capital F See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook] [Fortune] It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot So when the flame rise n***as gon' respect what's hot Four chain glock on em' with no warning Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin' Been around more pies than sweet potatoes Violators, big dogs respect the line n***as act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne [Remy Martin] Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a ma**ive commodity [Machine Gun Firing] So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies Everybody knows who's the hottest b**h And that's why I'm the only b**h on this sh** And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick Cause I spit as if I had a dick This rap sh** I done mastered it, 8-ball a**a**in chick Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it [Hook]

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