Blok Party Vol. 1

[Fabolous]<br>Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh<br>Ghetto! Oh yeah<br>Please believe it, believe it please<br>Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that`s right, uh<br>Street Family, yeah<br>They call me G-H-E-T-T-O<br><br>[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro]<br>New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens<br>This shit`s called Grand Theft Audio<br>C`mon maan!<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>The kid`s usually armed<br>Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!)<br>And find who you fools wanna harm<br>Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C`mon)<br>The pound slugs look like combos<br>A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe`s (Who dat?)<br>I`ll show ya`ll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah)<br>Private jet interiors that look like condos<br>Ya security look like Arnold<br>But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh)<br>Two long Desert Eag`s, four on the chest<br>It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat<br>Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar<br>To looking in a Dupont registry<br>I`m assuming you cats spread rumors like that<br>`Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat<br>Ghetto<br><br>[Joe Budden]<br>OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens)<br>In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves<br>I don`t care what type burner ya using<br>Gangsta it out, let`s put the heat down, do some furniture moving<br>Look, tried and acquitted<br>Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I`m the guy that did it<br>Who drives the 6`s? Dogs, you can`t ball out<br>No matter how much you customize ya Civics<br>Block work, glock work, give him CPR<br>(For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR<br>Keep on following Scarface, I`m plotting a car chase<br>Stop! It`s Jumpoff wit Desperado`s guitar case<br>I ain`t gotta call on hounds (Why?)<br>When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds<br>I`m used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer<br>All you young rap dudes is bammers<br><br>[Paul Cain]<br>Don`t let me out of my cage, the world ain`t ready for Cain<br>The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain<br>I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back<br>No top, sitting on 20`s opposed to them black<br>Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap<br>I don`t talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap<br>I still hustle coca and crack<br>Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques<br>I don`t write, I speak what I feel<br>And pop off po`s dog, I don`t need a reason to kill<br>I`m like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g`s from a mil<br>Right hand, few feet from the steel<br>They wonder how I flow so strong<br>`Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long<br>I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover<br>Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother<br>Always ready to clash wit titans<br>And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning<br>Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in<br>Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in<br>Motherfucker!<br><br>[DJ Envy]<br>People`s choice<br>Don`t forget Desert Storm<br>My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens<br>Fat shout<br>Varcity clothing line<br>My man James A.D<br>Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party<br>You know!