[intro: fabolous]
Now I don't kno what life whould b in H. I. P- H. O. P wit out the boy F. A. B
Not only N. Y. C I'm hip-hop's flava fuck! Out ma way please do me that favor
[Verse 1]
Now every whurr I go they like los is that.. Young nigga doin
Bigga shit then mos u cats iif I aint the flyest doin it then I'm close 2 that
What it look like baby get a close of the dat a gangsta who hangs
Young like a sosa cat n despite dat the tost a baddat "bdaat"
Cuz I'm so in tune wit goin goons ya chance a tryin me is like snow in june
I done took niggas shots wit out showin woons
I'm like wolvereen wit a pocket full of green -n- I glow in roooms
My flow's been groomed I see the bigger picture like I go in zoom "wooh"
I mean the wings on the chain needs bowen room engine's runnin
But it aint goin vroooom wen u fly why the hell would u drive so clear the runway
Cuz ma plane has arrived...
[Chorus]
"i will be" I bring it back to new york, new york not only N. Y. C
I'm hip hop's flava fuc! Out ma way please do me dat favor
"when loso comes.. u ready wen loso comes"
"u ready when loso comes.. Uh huh.. Uh huh
[Verse 2]
They say what it look like? When I'm out in the public
I party, I club it, ya'll like, it I love it, ya'll see, I be it
The return of the hustle hustle