Fabolous - The Way (Intro) lyrics

I said, f** em all, motherf** 'em all Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would've been your friend till the end b**h Guess there ain't no friends in this sh** bidness Just a bunch of a**holes in the sh** bidness But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue These b**hes talk sh** out the same mouth they kiss you These n***as kiss a** with the same mouth that dis you Ew, you n***as disgust me And they ain't talkin' bout sh** unless they discuss me Let's talk about how, I'm k**in' everything I touches Or how I walked in this game with no crutches No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay And I'm still here We still here What does this break dude? It's still here And dude talk, concernin' New York When I was runnin' the city you was learnin' to walk So I watched you n***as take they first steps And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin' for ya But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya So I rest my case I'm a rappin' lawyer That's unless you wanna talk bad b**hes Section full of bridezillas, that's mad b**hes No words, I describe em with letters best They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S" They keep it G, they sweet as T Look good in the pa**enger seat of V They ride double R, smell like double C The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G Fly as hell, shades wire cell On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell And please don't even talk about swag I'm cool and collective A Fool with perspective I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal I already came up You still on the zipper pull And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn I keep the hood watchin', I got the streets lookin' They watch what I do, so they know what to do Lil money never told big money what to do Money talks, if u speak guapanese A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone And that way you can holla bout a dolla I hear em cryin' broke, they holla like a toddler Come holla at yo gualla, don't holla at sovallas You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas I keep that nine on me, Ala Iguodala We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla Somebody tell me something, What the f** happened? Somebody talk to me, muthaf** rappin They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies? Kingpins is snitchin' that sh** is not lookey So f** new friends unless they stay solo Cause who gon' watch you back after you k** Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him No Carlito's way When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potato You ahead, got me later Yeah I keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way The new day of the week is called 'My day' So its my say, pa** my K I'm through talkin'