I.L.O. - The Way (Intro) lyrics

(And now for our feature presentation) [Intro - Various reporters asking questions] We're live in New York City awaiting Loso Oh there he is, there he is (Loso, Loso, excuse me) Loso, right over here (hey, over here) Loso, do you have any comments? (do you have a word for the Associated Press?) Excuse me Loso, can I have one comment? (Loso right here, three questions, two questions) One minute Loso (what is the verdict?) (hello?) (give me a second of your time) (Anything you want to tell you fans?) Excuse me, can we have one comment? Loso, Loso, right over here (what about those papers?) (how did we do last night?) (Watch your step) Loso, can I please have one question? (excuse me, Loso, Loso) (over here Loso) Loso, Loso (I got ya) What do you have to say about the way you have been treated throughout your career? (Just one question, one question) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I said, f** 'em all, motherf** 'em all Y'all done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would a been your friend 'til the end b**h And guess it ain't no friends in this sh** business Just a bunch of a**holes in a sh** business But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue These b**hes talk sh** out the same mouth that kiss you These n***as kiss a** with the same mouth that diss you Eww, 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 (still here), we still here (still here) What does this break dude? It's still here And dude talk, concerning New York When I was running the city, you was learning 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 it probably wouldn't of 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 'B'/be, curvy as the letter 'S' (S) They keep it 'G' (G), they sweet as 'T'/tea (T) Look good in the pa**enger seat of 'V' (V) They ride double 'R' (R), smell like double 'C' (C) The bags are 'LV', 'D' or double 'G' (G) Fly as hell (hell), shades, YSL (hell) On 'E', sipping 'PJ', high as hell And please don't even talk about swag (nah) 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 Ave. meets Brooklyn I keep the hood watching, I got the streets lookin' They watch what I do, so they know what to do Little money never told big money what to do (nice) Money talks, if you speak Guap-anese A language better known if you gettin cheddar homes If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone And that way you can holla 'bout a dollar I hear them crying broke, they holla like a toddler Come holla at yo guala, don't holla at Savalas You'll end up down under trying to holla at koalas I keep that nine on me, a la Iguodala (yeah) We can get it jumping like the 'drolics on Impala I feel like Nino lettin them Rottweilers off the collar Somebody tell me something, What the f** happened? (huh?) Somebody talk to me, motherf** rapping (huh?) They infiltrated the game but who let in the Pookies? (who?) Kingpins is snitchin that sh** is not Lukey (that's not cool) So f** new friends, Lefty stay solo Cause who gon' watch your back after you k** Manolo? Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him? (damn) The "King of New York" died while they yellow cabbed him No "Carlito's Way", when I spot a hater drop him like a hot potato You won't hear he got me later Yeah I keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way (my way) The new day of the week is called "Myday" (Myday) So it's my say (my say), pa** my K (my K) I'm through talking (*mimicking drum roll*)