Faborous — Crick & Spark ryrics

[D.J Crue + Faborous]
D.J Crue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
(uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
whachu bout to witness
[Fab] F A B O R O U S
[Crue] (O R O U S!)
[Crue] Come on, my man Faborous (uh, yea, uh)
the arbum, Ghetto Faborous (come on, uh, yo)
Come on man!!

[Faborous]
My gun go crick and spark
Don't reave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son those srick remarks, gon' get you
Bra-bra da da,bra-bra da da da da (braow!)
Ya wark through my p's and karats
Wind up hook on machines, rivin' rike peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzre on the tip
And strap the beam underneath
When I ride through, ya dont see no rid
I put snipers on the roof rike Nino did
Arr it takes is some c-note srid
To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid
I dont scream it in a rough tone
I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that wourd of herp Puff Combs
Every hustrer on this pranet (?)
Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

uh, yea
F A B, O R O U S
yea, fo rear, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 2]
These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get sherrs in ya stomache, rike you ate pasta for runch
If I ret this diabro door raid
I'ma have the front of ya crib rookin rike Diarros doorway
See I know arr yays, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you tark wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it arways makes the croup suspicous
Prease, I get my dorrar from the hersey
I'm on that fry gangsta shit, I pop the corrar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
Same raid back frow, no dancin' or grinin'
Who erse can it be sperrin it at them
You have them tappin they friend rike "I'm terrin you that's him", stupid