Yeah, Uh I know I make you wanna leave the one you with But I ain't Usher Raymond I'm the kid that they rush to blamin' For the crush they claimin' Who can make em' blush the same when I ask "What's my name?" and they yell F-A-B, Oh You shouldn't of even brought her my direction Unless she was handcuffed with a order of protection, yeah I'm talkin' reckless now Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are ya exes now, n***a I'm the fella that keep em yellin', and it's nothin' to get em' I don't sweat em', that's what I tell em' And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em I get them to forget the day that they met 'em And I let 'em 'cause I can spend 'em And it's more than the denim But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin' The coupe on twenty-twos keepin' shorty sneakin' in She won't tell the truth she too used to creepin' When Mike is in the booth it's the truth I'm speakin' Any girl I gave it to, can't even go love another man I give it to 'em like no other brother can She say my man can barley move me But boy you make me scream like a scary movie On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas And I proved that dude you messed with's a wa*ksta Damn homie, ya girl is with the Street Fam homie And she ain't f**in' with you It's a shame you lames Can't even maintain ya dames And it's insane the way that she gave me brain My pimp game's the same don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man's a basic See it all in his faces, he's cheap and tasteless But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet Bet ya man can't do it like me His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me He's nowhere near or like me And he probably think keepin' you in check Is buyin' you a pair of Nike's Why wouldn't I, get dome from her When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers f** it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle Catch me in the club, with a case of bub And a thick chick to rub, n***as hate because When they sit in the truck, they be quick to f** And I'm gettin' a nut, they just lick it up I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous I don't aim to get shorties our relationships But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it That's right, we got the hang of it Mike Shorey, Fabolous Street Family, Desert Storm I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine You know? Haha, yeah