Sickalicious featuring Missy Elliott (Snippet)

[Fabolous]Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!They call me G-H-E-T-T-OBlack star power, like B-E-T showsI'm usually pullin up in the G-T slowFlashing my ring finger with the E-T glowI'm that nucca, act ruckaCertified plat nuccaSemi-auto, gat buccaTake that fuckaLay flat suckaI'm the Negro, amigoGet every bay from Tampa to MontigoThey say I got the lifestyle, and the E glowI'm in the blow range, no matter where he goI'm that homieGat on meI'm the kid not that phonyAnybody that know meKnows im here to get that money! Yeah!

[Missy Elliott]Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.If you a hater make my gun go （Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!）

[Fabolous]They call me F-A-B, O-L-OU-S, you just lay down slow! （Nigga）Know this before this, trey pound blow （Uh-Huh）Spit game, get dames to lay down low （Ohh!）I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to lowI shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothesBop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoesI'm that new dude, that includeMaking sure silencers in the gat is screwedWith an it don't even matter moodAnd a Fuck you, pay me attitudeI'm that young boy, that slung boyThat'll have em saying, where you get that from boyI'm still leaving niggas, at one choiceSo run when you hear, that gun noise! （Blat!）

[Missy Elliott]You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Gotta closet made for big clothesGotta do more then treat me to lunch

[Chorus][Fabolous]They call me William H period BonnieI ride in a seven series with Tommie'sI make another on of America's hottiesAnd I'm that serious mommyI'm the one, like the Jet Li flickThe private jet ski's sickThe motors on the jet ski's quickThe clips in the sets be thickAnd I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stickI'm the one like Penny Hardaway's numberThat's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from yaOnce your bitch, get the god 2-way numberIt'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from yaI'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chainYou can't reach me, I'm out of your celly rangeBitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chainAnd just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main

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