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 Fabolous B.K. Style LyricsYea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol Like they military issue Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you Cuz, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on V12's You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin So watch what you say to them crackers Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics You got some sticky weed? Pass it If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue! Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what) I crept in and got handed meals Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils? You must be fuckin stupid, nigga [Ad-Lib til end] Send "B.K. Style" Ringtone to your Mobile
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