Lyrics Ain't Nuthin Ta F*ck Wit - Fabolous

Yeah
Live from the 718
The world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
That boy Fabolous
Friday Night Freestyles
You know how we get down
Stupid
Yeah
Two things fam, I ain′t nothin' to fuck with
My crew ain′t playing and we ain't for the fuck shit (For real)
I'm ridin′ with whoever that I hop out the truck with (Err)
Slidin′ with the sticks on some slap-in-the-puck shit (Uh-uh)
No hockey, just riders, no jockey (Nah)
Chinese food, less beef, more broccoli
My fortune cookie said stay humble, flow cocky (I got it)
Call the jeweler A$AP, time to go Rocky (Let's go)
My chain glisten, bright enough to change vision
Shortie see, I′m everything that these lames isn't (See me?)
Told you I could take your bitch, you ain′t listen (Huh)
I heard the friend zone feel like you in Bane prison (Huh)
Fly little joint, her weave just hang different (Ooh)
Bought her that Malaysia, she went plane missin' (Ooh)
I put her in that fast lane no more lane switchin′
Told her keep curvin' them niggas don't change pitches
Benchriders, comin′ in the game dissin′ (I see you)
Fame fishin', tryna-get-a-name mission (I see you)
My team gon′ rush you niggas, we came blitzin' (What?)
My boy got that AK with him, he came swizzin′ (What?)
I bang vixens, main chicks, and game kicks in
Hit it and fall back on 'em, game sixin′ (Woo)
Keep the broke bitches away, we ain't fixin'
You chasin′ baby? I′m straight, ain't mixin′! (Woo)
Dusse straight up, 'cause dues say paid up
It′s go time Rugs, fuck who say wait up
You in ATL, then my crew may skate up
Like T.I. flick, handle B.I. quick
All my niggas bring 'em home, R.B.I. chicks
All you niggas talk to the FBI Quick, rats (See you, rider)
Sprinter full of Splinters (Yah)
I was gettin′ paper like a printer through the winter (Yah)
Weather break I might get the Bent or the Aventa- (Yah)
Dor, more, adventures of a center
Big nigga ballin', big figures callin'
She hooked on me, she a big-dick-a-holic (Whoa)
Tryna stay above water that′s just some duck shit
Tryna stash a hundred mil, keep it a buck shit
We stay winnin′ baby this ain't no luck shit
Rest of these niggas ain′t nothin' to fuck with (Ain′t nothin' to fuck with)
DJ Clue, Desert Storm (Ain′t nothin' to fuck with)
Fabolous, that Street Fam
Oh yeah!