Artist: Fabolous Album: There Is No Competition 2 Song: Body Ya Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] {R.I.P. to the competition} Uhh, the funeral, yeah (Aowww~!) I got 'em (Aowww~!) Uhhhhhh [Fabolous] Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my Mini-Me's, I hope you do better bruh Better me, better you, et cetera, et cetera Shout out to the followers, I will stay ahead of ya Big up to the haters, big up all you little niggaz Biggin y'all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggaz from a real nigga Fake niggaz help you recognize the real niggaz Uhh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga any how Closet looking like I opened up for Vinnie Styles Bitches say we are the best So mami in my jeans, P-R-P-S Yeahhh! Street Fi-da-di-da Gang Yeahhh! @ you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out We speak Guapanese, come see what we talkin 'bout [Chorus: Fabolous] Holla at your homey, holla at your dog Lookin for the competition holla at the morgue Once I say hi to her, she gon' say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya [Fabolous] Yeah.. A shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex Probably sayin fuck me so shout out to the sex Don't get mad at me cause I'm onto the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text Big up to you bum bitches in your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls y'all are so +Precious+ Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher? Huh~? But it ain't fresh as 'Loso Monogramed out son in case you didn't know so Flow so deadly, swag too murderous Known for bein nice, that don't mean courteous This is nothin new, I'm not a beginner I get big checks like the lottery winners A boy dissin I, boy listen I kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi [Chorus] [Outro: Fabolous] What it look like nigga? It's Young Funeral (it's me) Told y'all niggaz I got this (I got this shit nigga) There Is No Competition 2 (the funeral service) Whattup Dram'? What it look like? (uhh) Huh? What we talkin baby? (What we talkin 'bout?) These niggaz is dead (What we talkin 'bout?) Yeah I said it, dead (hahaha) Nice.. niggaz might as well lay down in the hall and throw dirt on theyself It's Funeral