Fabolous - Money, Power, Respect Freestyle lyrics

[Fabolous] They call me F-A-Beezy, sometimes Stizzo The wrist on freezy, neck on glizzo The coupe move easy at two-double-izzo Truck look cheezy [?] And it's jacked up like it sit on stilettos Can't you see the glit on the pebble that sit on the bezel None of you little scraps couldn't get on my level Take more than a hot song to try to sit on the devil Got respect when I k**ed Money Power the first time When they tried to knock down the towers the first time And the only reason I'm talking bout it Is so you know the real talk of New York's about it I'm with a b**h, with a tight a** that shakes Her s** game will one gulp White Castle shakes Got home right past the lake When I come, they stop us this time, might blast the jake I'm the n***a on the couches in clubs And I stand out from the rest of the slouches and scrubs Bottles and bottles with a train of pretty hoes That look like they could be amazing videos We in the caps with the Yankee logos Blowing on the stanky dro dro The pinky snow-globe, and you know the links be so "oh" n***as look fast but they blinks be slow-mo I could spot a kinky ho though All hood, but she just tryna make you think she SoHo Plus I know the game like the back of my hand When I'm lazy, you can catch me in the back of sedans When I'm gone, you can bet I'm coming back with a tan With the Mickey D signs on the back of my pants And I act like the man, cause this my time Plus the hood say they miss my dimes It's young money [Ransom] All you see me with is Coogi, dogs and long chains f**ing with some bougie broads with long brain Plus now I'm usually calm, the storm came But still keep a toolie on like John Wayne Catch me in the kitchen, dope bricks on the fire Them n***as that be spittin, those pricks is some liars Never been pitchin, sold clips to them buyers Me? I hang on the block like broke kicks on the wire The kid is so nasty with it Copped a new Benz and only paid half to get it I'm a gorilla that had to get cla**y with it Your dumb bird gave me head because Fab was with us Could care less who your b**h be feeling I'm in a loft with nice floors and crispy ceiling As long as I get it off and get these millions I retire to smoke weed like Ricky Williams [Hitchco*k] Now your cake is gone, n***as wanna hate the Storm Cause they know my team reign surpreme, and I'm Jason Bourne Catch a case Im gone, just another face to mourn Stay down 'fore the tre-pound leave your face deformed Listen pal, you ain't really pitching vials Just wanna rap back and forth like 'Kiss and Styles Every other day, you could say I be switching dials Fourty-grand, fifty-thou, and I got the fifty-cal It's Hitchco*k, Hannibal of rap You ain't gotta see a show to see an animal attack Im an animal a warrior in fact With tre snubs, repping A-dub in the corner with gats And Im in a fast car, with a crash bar Built in the dash part sorta like Nascar Outlast yall because I treat the track like a cell phone I burn it down to the last bar [Stack Bundles] You're welcome You ain't gotta thank me for what i did to the mixtapes Make sure the labels get my sh** straight You ain't gotta pat me on the back (back!) Just pack me in that 'Bach ('Bach!) With a dime, fine wine and some blinds in the back Curtains is too extra Though the silk shirt's f**ing with my chest hairs I'm in love with the texture The gorgeous one has spoken, clear stones in his hair Pink in his eyes like Jesus has awoken It's all in the belt buckle, a mansion in that And if you call shorty, buckle, just imagine the neck And the trousers Mugler, the shoes is Maury These rap n***as startin to bore me Most MCs square, so the bu*ton-up's MC squared I'm insulted when they offer me ears The babes want me in [?] And you know the boys want me in states I'm retiring pyrex - call me Seymour Cake! [Joe Budden] Now n***as say they in the hood like Mr. Softee They in the hood getting treated like Mr. Softie “I clap the four-fifth”, if you believe that Then you believe Rick James died of natural causes I'm twisting up trees-chronic to switching up ebonics Started in the fifth grade, switching up etonics Know a few dudes that'll spit at your dome So go see 'em if you really want invisible stones Tryna get at me to hit him Just type 40 acres and a mule in your navi system My hood -- they kidnapping your kids Trying to Tom Cruise and Jamie what Collateral is Wack dudes in the game is a problem But they like Maurice Malone jeans, their name will stay on the bottom Murdering that? Nah Heard him, he's sub-par Coyote Ugly rappers, keep working at your bars [Paul Cain] Cain got the heart of a soldier, mind of a general Strategy is important, timing is critical Clear tracks out, lyrically I'm a beast I'm Brooklyn's backbone, epitome of the streets Only the strong survive if you're physically weak You get gunbut, stabbed and shot, and critically beat Cause listen, ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Presidential with the matching bullet bracelet, it's a good look man Call me whatever I hustle and I rap a little See the color stones chain look like a pack of Skittles I give em anthrax, every bar is that official I know I'm a gangsta I ain't got to pack a pistol I don't rap in riddles, I give it to a n***a Straight, no chaser, I'm like Hen' on the rocks If it ain't the fifth, it's probably the Glock I'm the n***a Clue and Duro call when they need the bodies to drop If it ain't the chain, it's probably the watch When I ride If it ain't the truck or sedan, it's probably the drop Play the block, I don't party a lot I'm the one who sent the goon with the snub To get the j**els from the club I could never blow all my dough When I get at least ten people robbed at all my shows And all I know: money, clothes, birds, and cars Running from Po's, champagne, furs, and Rs Quite sure you must've heard of the god If not I'm Cain, Triangle Offense, I'm a third of the squad I'm the first line of the defense, the star point guard Is back starting, yall be used to riding the bench Ayo, f** that "no women, no kids" sh** When the shotty blows, everybody goes, business is business But dig this, f** a guilty conscience I'll put a slug in you, really give you something to live with f** street fighting - I pull a hammer in a split second The kid breathe fire, and speak lightning These n***as ain't writing All they did was an*lyze my flow, and use my style so their liking, n***a Now the year's new, I laid my game flat I want my spot back, take two, motherf**er