Fabolous - Affirmative Action Freestyle lyrics

[Fabolous:] Ay yo, sit back relax, sip ya Cognac, young insomniac Cause you sleep the 'hood will wash you like a laundromat Sneak attack and trap from cats who pop collar In fact your dog will be on a shirt like a Rottweiler Some say I'm funny style, I say I'm "getting money style" n***as get shot every day, sh** ain't even funny now The streets is hungry, I remember how my tummy growled I was just a bummy child, now they see me come in Childs Made a mill, my life is looking yummy now Learned from being broke don't get rich and be a dummy now Cause rap n***as turning mummy now Hosting all black parties, eyes teary, nose runny now So warn your brothers, yeah them carats cost a hundred thou But when it's over, that's all folks, Bugs Bunny style Ain't see it before, my eyes is 20/20 now Used to keep it a hunnid, them n***as funny money now So I got the two-seater, keep your honey from me now Paint white, seats tan, sh** look honey bunny now Yeah, shout out to homies on the Ave still There's no Love in the game, that's how the Cavs feel [Paul Cain:] Yo my mind's hard-wired for crime, career crook From the cradle that's just how I'm designed Certified street king, I'm the last of my kind For how he lived, not for the way that he died, is how a man is defined These new n***as, quick to shoot without looking, blind fury All p**y, when the wolfpack loose they hide jury They hide when I fly by, high in that 5 Series Don't care how cool you think they is, don't bring them guys near me Never trust a soul, f** what the 'hood think First they took Stack from us, then they took Chinx Survival of the fit, the hunger is real My city is like a concrete jungle for real k** or be k**ed in my mindset since I was twelve Getting money, eating good with my people and live well If I don't find heaven on Earth, I raise hell You see hellfire, escape from the barrel, I blaze shells To this day I ask my man, "How the f** we escape cells"? The few who understand me, they come from the same hell This sh** I say is shocking, you stepped on a third rail You gotta feel me to know what I'm saying -- Cain braille [Joe Budden:] See I normally leave the cla**ics alone Normally no B&E's without a map of the home Formally, I don't compare, all these rappers is clones You ever sat on the throne, spattering poems, I ma**acre homes But these new n***as beef different, they just send a sub at em Me, I'm still tinting the hoop, co*king the snub at em n***as don't f** wit 'em, I don't give a f** again LeBron-inspired, musta thought I needed Love to win Smoke and mirrors, gotta be an illusion You never see me disputing, I delete the confusion I scoop my n***a in that two-seater, we moving Soon as he extend an arm, we gon' reach a conclusion You n***as never felt that pain, it's like torture When the shooter never come in for Teague (fatigue), like Korver n***a whole existence is to take them pies off ya When you see him you might often know that n***as might off ya