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Artist: Fabolous
Album:  Fall Back 12"/DJ Drama - There Is No Competition
Song:   Fall Back
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[Verse 1]
Ay Look
Ain't nothing changed but the leaves on the trees
And ya'll coming short like the sleeves on the tees
The money long here like a weave to your knees
So I don't just stunt man, I leave with the weed
And I don't just front man, I back it up
I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up
I breeze through, bullshit
I seize through
With the slug nose, V-8, bullets just squeeze through
And he's through, just like autumn
Where niggas slip, they fall
Guess who caught em?
Fuck it, kill em all like God sought em
Next year, get your shoe, yeah I sport em
And I would tell you where I bought em
But they aint from here and they might be pardom
So fall back like the seats in the back
Niggas late, take the seats in the back, Church

[Verse 2]
And ain't nothing up but the top on the coupe
The pockets are fat man, the guap lookin scoop
Got three little women like the pop singing group
I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop
They on my joint, cuz I'm ruling with the paper
Under the wing niggas just fold up like the paper
You go make me put you in a headline
And you're girl go help you come up with a hairline
Wassup game while I'm driving is a fool
She kno its head first like she diving in a pool
Right stroke, left stroke, was a death stroke
Bitch blow a whistle like she got a rest throat, foul
And I'm so flagrant
Ain't nothing left when I spread that fragrance
I went chrome like cologne
Smell me
Nothing you can tell me, gone