Mistah F.A.B. - CIA lyrics

[Intro] Westside n***a We ain't playing out here, n***a With this rap sh**, n***a Tell you something n***a Look, man [Verse 1] First off, f** Royce and the sh** he claim Tell the little b**h n***a don't speak my name Every player in the D done f**ed your wife n***a speaking on the Bay, you f**ed for life You shooting your little sh**, but your aiming is weak Seems like you're more focused on changing the beat You flaming the heat, sounds like you angry to me n***a, the bullet like Dennis, rearranging your teeth Leave your a** all red like you claiming the B No clowns, only thug n***as hanging with me Suge Knight, you copy right, stay and dangle your feet I strangle the beat and you don't want to tangle with me I'm God's son, can't you see the angel in me? In Oak Park since ten, how you claiming the D? n***a, the Bay ain't gay, we straight as [?] Every n***a pack nines like Tony Parker The nine will turn your light-skinned homie darker You woke a monster, you fake phony author My Frisco n***a, they said they gon' off ya Your new rap name gon' be Royce Hoffer If you Malcolm X, I'm the CIA Get 2Pac, b**h, the B.I. way Got military issues like T.I. mates [?] the same n***a that a [?] ain't While you busy namedropping, the semi thing popping You far from a kid, we know you ain't rocking This ain't a Detroit versus Bay thing This is Mistah F.A.B. verse the n***a with the gay name Ryan Montgomery, the brokea** bum MC Got don cannons that will knock him out his dungarees The mad rapper, n***a, this sh** is fun to me You lost and got mad, end of the summary You p**y Royce, Im'ma buy you summer skis You'll finally recognize is that, all you wanted beef? [Interlude] n***a, you need some attention or something, n***a? You wanted to get back n***a Well you gon' get back like this n***a It's the Takeover n***a You sensitive a** n***a [Verse 2] F.A.B., I'm running this rap sh** Royce Da Gay 9 spitting that wack sh** Keep talking and he gon' get clapped quick The K will make that n***a hit a backflip F.A.B., I'm running this rap sh** Royce Da Gay 9 spitting that wack sh** The insecure rapper, he's sensitive as Tresvant Couldn't freestyle, had to use lead man You ever come to the Bay, you a dead man My Frisco n***as ain't like what you said man n***a I'm from Oakland, I ain't from Frisco But now my city n***as loading their pistols Wait 'til Meth hear it, [?] San Quen' It's rap with us, but now it's beef with them Where I'm from, when we say that we f** with them We don't got a norm, that's how we give it up to them So what you got, street cred, having to call in Tell your manager stop asking me to call him Trying to squash it, it's too late to stop it The BB gun ain't no match for this rocket It's no intermission, I'm beating him to submission If you listen with persistence, you can feel this tension Not to mention this lyrical lynching, this spiritual spitting With precision, you gon' find him fishing In the Great Lakes, I will Jake Snake this great fake For fate's sake, he wishing that I will take breaks How many straights to the face can this jake take? A tre 8 will take weight from his face plate At the battle, you was hollering "f** Joe" Now you on his dick, what you want to s** Joe? Stop calling Baron Davis, asking what's up though You can't come to the Bay, you f**ed up bro Yeah, we hyphy, we jump out of moving cars And party like movie stars, n***a we go hard Still smoking n***a just like a Cuban gar Cocaine cowboy, Escobar This between me and you, nobody else cares Im'ma beat you so bad, you gon' need healthcare Looking at you found with "I need help" stares My rhymes rich and famous, your flow on welfare f** a punchline, I punch 9, it's lunch time My clutch rhymes get much shine than crunch time I bust nine in his face if he touch mine Let me finish my breakfast, man it's brunch time I dissed you, I ain't dissed the D You shouldn't have dissed the Bay, this was just with me You's a has been, a f*g's friend, you mad man? Cause you got burnt by the dragon, you bragging I been balling, you been hacking If I'm broke, how come I have more videos than Bin Laden? This between me and you, nobody Im'ma drag in You mad man cause you lacking The lyrical pa**ion that you had back then You fake ba*tard, f**ed up all of your Bay pa**es Get out your lab and go to your AA cla**es Can't go to LA, you got to deal with gla**es Can't go to the Chi, you got to deal with Cashis Can't go to Miami, my soldiers smashing And New York, they already called you wack man So what the f** is you doing still rapping? n***as like you is the n***as that I'm smacking You too old n***a, you older than Pacman Dirty Dozen reject in rugby clothes Royce Da 5'3", he's Muggsy Bogues Drunk driver rap version of Paris Hil' Fifty rounds will spin you like a Ferris wheel Freeze up, shut up, be very still Im'ma beat your black milk 'til you dairy spill You should k** Kino, he f**ed up your deal You could've got Dre, but thank God for Premo You half gay, you might as well be Ne-Yo You need to slow down, you Bobby Valetino My guns give you cancer, my raps are like chemo I'll bodybag you, they'll find you, Nemo Come to LA, get clipped like Cuttino Come to the Bay, get bombed like I'm C4 Tuck in your chain, I rhyme like I'm Debo Ride 'til my casket drop like I'm [?] It's war time so the bombs will blow When you was in jail, your wife gave me [?] Stop lying, you ain't never f**ed mine before I got 30 lives n***a like the Contra code Can't k** me, I'm sicker than the common cold I'm from Oakland, Chi Town with a Common flow From the hood, I was raised on rhymes and wrote I'll slam you like playing Dominoes [Interlude] f** 5'9" n***a, everybody talking 'bout "Fab, why you going at this n***a man" This b**h a** n***a lost a battle, got mad Said my name on a track Now every looking at me like I'm spazzing, n***a This the most promo this n***a done had in years, n***a Tell your fans, n***a You's a insecure, sensitive a**, b**h a** n***a That can't take a loss, n***a Be a good sport, n***a, you fake a** n***a [Verse 3] That's why I hit your head, chest, abdominal I'm a warrior motherf**er like Adonal Foyle Leave your a** hard to find like Osama, woah Why the f** you tryna popping drama, Ro? I'll have a gangster in your grill like drama, ho My uz' with llamas go on my momma though You just rapping, you don't really want problems, Ro' Cause you already know how the problems go Look, n***a, the 40-cal will spit And have your body stinking like a pile of sh** You just rhyming, you don't really know how to diss The Golden State Warrior coming with Alchemist You garbage, your style's like a sound of sh** Boo boo, sh** you say when you're around your b**h You high, what you smoking, a pound of piff I'm from Oakland, California, the town of pimps Nothing circus 'bout us, no clowns in this Come around my town and get down you b**h You hide behind raps, you a scary girl I don't know one n***a with a Jheri curl What the f** is you talking 'bout, comedy Ro Ro You a RuPual, a bonafide h*mo It was fun at first, but it ain't fun no more Your [?] was a big, big no no Im'ma toe-tag you, heat like [?] Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce, Royce Royce, Royce, Royce, is that enough promo? Please sign this n***a, Def Jam a so so Bad Boy, f*g boy, a downtown Soho d**h is certain with no revival Right hand on my Bible, f** my rivals This n***a must be crazy or suicidal Go to Youtube b**h, I got the title I spit rifles, lean you like the Eiffel You a toy Roy, I'm playing you like Tyco This is not a typo, a pimp s*uts, you wife hoes My ice froze, I'm nitro, super duper hype though I k**ed you twice Ro Your response was cool, man that sh** was alright though But you quite old, I'm sorry you rhyming You're rapping, but your twin is Mario Winans I'm clapping at you close or of afar or beyond and You little a** n***a, you Omarioning You fake f**er, you ain't tougher, you gay lover Ride around f*gs like Mase your brother Take your b**h, make your b**h just taste the rubber Old lollipop n***a, I ain't a s**er Now my dick is your b**h's favorite color Cause her lipstick stuck and it [?] brother Cheah, look, I'll be burning them all Royce mad cause Em stopped returning his calls Rap n***a, something I ain't concerned with at all Trap n***a, b**h, I'm concerned with the laws So you could rap rap 'til you clap clap Then it's nap nap yep yep, it's a wrap Rock City ain't rock nothing, stop fronting From three different labels, you got dropped, cousin I'm hot buzzing, show you how to rock something Im'ma pop you, then Im'ma pop Buddens [Outro] It's over n***a So while you're playing with this internet sh** This Myspace page sh** for promotion, n***a Hope you get all the promotion you need, n***a Probably finna die of cancer in a few years, n***a If you're a million years old, Royce For real, n***a For real, you should just A&R projects or something, man Get you a job or something man Stick to ghostwriting How a kid supposed to look up to you and you look like his granddaddy? For real You gray or something, n***a? Old a** n***a Come on, my n***a Your hands out my pocket