Artist: Fabolous Album: Fall Back 12"/DJ Drama - There Is No Competition Song: Fall Back Typed by: jazapata312@gmail.com [Verse 1] Ay Look Ain't nothing changed but the leaves on the trees And ya'll coming short like the sleeves on the tees The money long here like a weave to your knees So I don't just stunt man, I leave with the weed And I don't just front man, I back it up I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up I breeze through, bullshit I seize through With the slug nose, V-8, bullets just squeeze through **Choo** And he's through, just like autumn Where niggas slip, they fall Guess who caught em? Fuck it, kill em all like God sought em Next year, get your shoe, yeah I sport em And I would tell you where I bought em But they aint from here and they might be pardom So fall back like the seats in the back Niggas late, take the seats in the back, Church [Verse 2] And ain't nothing up but the top on the coupe The pockets are fat man, the guap lookin scoop Got three little women like the pop singing group I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop They on my joint, cuz I'm ruling with the paper Under the wing niggas just fold up like the paper You go make me put you in a headline And you're girl go help you come up with a hairline Wassup game while I'm driving is a fool She kno its head first like she diving in a pool Right stroke, left stroke, was a death stroke Bitch blow a whistle like she got a rest throat, foul And I'm so flagrant Ain't nothing left when I spread that fragrance I went chrome like cologne Smell me Nothing you can tell me, gone