Fabolous - Now What lyrics

[ad-libs] Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, n***a Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullsh** Haha, who could f** around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things from a different perspective When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get A couple'll lift a detective And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective All you n***as do is sit on blocks and jive About who's the baddest b**h and if Pac's alive n***a, I'm in a aqua five With a bu*ton that make the roof flip back like pocket knives I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5 The squad'll still hold toast, and get these b**hes To open they legs wider than a field goal post Broke n***as don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets The flow is so sick, sooner or later These n***as gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags The coke get flew on planes monthly And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions b**h! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes f** a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, f**a [ad-libs] Yeah, Ghetto... Fab, n***a, uh.. Uh, Street Family.. Uh, pay attention, y'all.. Please, uh, yeah.. You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear Uh huh, yeah.. Uh.. uh.. yeah.. Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah.. Uh, let's get this money, y'all.. Let's get this money, y'all.. Uh, uh, uhhh.. [fades out]