Fabolous - Talk About It lyrics

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Fabolous - Talk About It lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam'ron] Call the doctor up, the j**els sick Front get confronted, the tools grip My gun stay long like a pool stick I don't need it, I could k** em with a toothpick Like a bad hand, no prob. folding em Make em a golf course, 18 holes in em Like a Jamaican shirt, 28 grams I could make it work Straight to work, like amber stay alert 'Fore I creep up behind you Won't see me coming like the swine flu, huh... times two Remind you I'm way way worse Like the FK, AK, trey 8 first I tell mami "ohh display your purse" Treat my dick like a sprite obey your thirst Walk in the weed spot, Louie shirt, g-shock Lennox Ave to d-block, we hot... oowww [Verse 2: Cam'ron] My mom had 3 strokes, fell hard No sympathys, flowers, get well cards All swell god, no lost love Ak She driving again, put her in soft spot Gotta thank Tito Poppin, off top Got her medicine, vicodins, cough drop Now I'm back out, n***as jaw drop Girls dras drop, gla** say f** em all ock Hit em hard rocks, right in they soft spot January 2nd until the ball drop I don't lobby for more props, I'm something that ya'll not Porsche hot, out in the ball park The faucet leaking, I don't play with leaks Song get played early, break his teeth I'm a f** the n***a up that made this beat Two piece, dope fiend, straight to sleep [Verse 3: Jadakiss] I'm a keep it a hundred, these n***as don't want it Either a head shot or a bullet to the stomach If you live, you'll never fully recover from it If you die, we gon pop bottles 'til we vomit And nah, we don't wear diamonds, we roc comets My money came illegally, f** it at least I'm honest Finally bout to leave all the bullsh** behind u So right now d**h is the only thing I can promise 40's and the lamas, we hitting everything except the shorties in pajamas Shooting in the Miami heat, like Chalmers Slugs make you feel like you rocking leather bombers Somebody call the coroners, I'm a hustler did numbers in the drought You at your moms crib for the summer on the couch A lot of n***as s**, nothing to figure out They put themselves in the hole, want you to dig em out