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Fabolous - Next Generation lyrics

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Next Generation by Fabolous


[Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next
g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next
g-gen-gene-generation
[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
Well, say hello to the
rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is
chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon
to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier
apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in
the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and
shit
[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I
leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I slide
through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this
tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that
dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run
up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator,
Murderer niggas
[Hook]
[R.C.]
It's the violator,
clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than
Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt
like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give
you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to
breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
[Fabolous]
I
come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the
tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's
them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's
spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the
capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better
known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Hook]
[Fortune]
It's
time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame
rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no
warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the
pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet
potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up
in the club like Shyne
[Remy Martin]
Y'all know if I spill
sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just
lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And
that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem
and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it,
8-ball assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin'
it
[Hook]



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