Super Sic Wit It (feat. Turf Talk & E-40) - Mistah F.A.B.

Fedi focused, I'm focused on my fedi mayne I don't think these suckers really understand There's enough money out there for all of us to have But suckers don't wanna see other brothers get cash I'm from the mud, halloween mask and surgical blood Where there's more hate than love, where clients plot on their plug Turn on their own flesh and blood, do em dirty just like a rug... Hard looks and mugs, bandanas and grutch Five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs Half of this bitches will get you killed at the club But you dodge for pushups or you can you pay me in bud So book a [?] better get it off I'm a thug She got a big butt (big butt) Some high heels (high heels) I pull up in the house, on wheels I got a couple zaps and some good kill She like the way I rap she know that I'm for real Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money I got a pocket full, I'm a Torres, you can't stop the bull Whenever I spit my game, I make a whole lot then spin that change And even if you make more, you can't knock bitches like playboy Short I keep pouring shots, I keep this whores hot So bring me two more bottles got the finest women but I don't fuck no models Bad girls is what I prefer, she take your shit, there's no stopping her Aggressive women that swing both ways And throwin pennies on the stage I put this dick in her mouth, she ain't resist Then pay her, so it can't be this. (BIIAATCH) Sad step in the club throwin paper today Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade Head down, no-nothing to say Everything she want but a kiss on her face Freezer that Henny got me sippin her pretty Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy My lingo produce payroll Yeah that means that I drop all painful Yeah it's all good, everything Gucci now But it came a long way from them hand me downs Yeah it's all good, steak every other night But it came a long way from that beans and rice Bitches pay us, they support us Broke hoes holla but they can't afford us I'm color blind, so I two-toned it And I can stretch out, ain't got no roof on it We don't love hoes, knock a bitch down Put your face to the glass like Chris Brown Take a picture bitch, polaroid They juiced up, my pockets on steroids I know some niggas that'll kill, dawg For the dollar dollar bill ya'll Sad step in the club throwin paper today Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade Head down, no-nothing to say Everything she want but a kiss on her face [?] that Henny got me sippin her pretty Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy Throw it, throw it, you know the sound Broke and you a sucker that's the shit we don't allow It's the baddest of the bitches out there somewhere in the party If she got a [?] on it then I put my money down Down, down, throw my money down Down, down, I put my money down Down, down, if she baddest down She got it and I want it then I put my money down Bitch

This about to go down one more time! Lil jon, e-40 the ambassador, the ambassador of the bay! Speakin of the bay... Let me talk to ya'll bout what they doin in the bay... What we doin? They turfin' man! They turfin'! He steady on da grip, squeezer on his hip Every way he flip, he on like shit Butterfly doors, look like a spaceship Flip flop paint, gave his car a facelift Pull up on the set, touch screen deck Speakers in the grill, bro bruv wet He waking the game up, he drippin like sweat The suction on the pipes sound like a baby jet Steady pulling his pants up, my youngin got giggs Don't let the dance fool you, here take this He eatin real good, you never see his ribs He grew up in the hood, he get it how he live Him and his partners clicked-up Pyscadelic dreads with they beanies flipped up What you slappin in? I'm slappin in my box I'm scootin by the spot I got em hittin the drop I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Watch the way he do it, Bottom of his jeans shread, his sneakers been through it What's that on your wrist? My dreads getting long, that's my hair band bitch! What he do pimp? He f**ks with it, at the school house or the bus stop with it What kinda moves he got? Yo boy got moves, he been at home watchin, studying youtube Oooh! he airwalkin! Throwing up his turf, let his fingers do the talkin Gangsta since birth, whole hood know hes tough Dead homie on his shirt, ipod in his pocket Him and his partners clicked-up Pyscadelic dreads with they beanies flipped up What you slappin in? I'm slappin in my box I'm scootin by the spot I got em hittin the drop I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now let me wake ya'll game up for a minute Let me help ya'll on how my my youngsters get down out here in the yay These boys out here turfin' mayne They bout that action! He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint You got giggs? I got giggs! Who wanna battle? we wanna battle! Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like michael Now tut with it! tut with it! Now tut with it! nigga king tut with it! Now drop. nigga I'm hitting that shit! I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop!

Another day another dollar to flip My phone hot when I talk there's a click Feds pull me off the plane, went through all of my shit This is right around the time that my mom got sick She was strong the whole time and I just wanted to flip I tried to feed her ice chips and rub water on her lips Her little hands turned cold, I told her please don't leave Your granddaughters two years old I dropped two albums in the same month Doing anything for cash, plus my trap dried up Mom passed, then my babymomma left It was hard for a while and I was down for a sec Fab put me on to Wiz I was back to the pack Chillin around the gang had me really thinking about rap But nah Red eye flights to atlantic club mansion me and nice pouring mud in the phantom Mayoko I was on tv, a couple months later I signed with TG Two weeks later the F.E.D.'s had my bank on freeze plus they just hit E Life changes, I got my own clothing and a five bedroom home All alone chain smoking, nights passed I remember that call, I saw the bentley on the news I used to ride in that car I'm on tour this the life of a star I'm in a small town trying to hide from the law I ripped open the seal, in the hotbox About to smoke out with B-Real I made two EP's before DS3 Man Rest in Peace to Jack, it's been hard to sleep Life changes I'm thinking about my daughter How'd I go from selling blow to selling hemp water, man I did an album with Cam, and woke up to a letter from Gucci Mane Shit's a trip, bring nice and Jack back, I miss talking to my mother Where's my lighter at It's time to smoke This here's for grown folks I sit alone in my room with a long stare In the same bed that my momma lost her life, Yeah Tossed and turned havin dreams, it was just a dream Daddy died when I was young or was just a teen Got a quiet son I can't even speak about it Inner demons on my mind I gotta deal with Signed in '07 down the drain where that deal went Radio banned me, they don't even mention me Can't ignore the fact that I made Bay area history Stress what size of it, thought he would rise from it But it ain't no love lost shit he still a big homie I was doing runners, to him it was your business Fans left me for dead, guess they thought I was finished I never wanted credit for hooking Berner with Wiz I just connected my brothers, I'm just glad they handled they biz Doing for they kids what I be doing for lid Hoping my baby momma hardest room to forgive Momma talk to me often I can her her voice "Don't give up Stan" Mom I ain't got a choice Just a bought a Maserati, fresh off the lot In a house in the hills with a three car garage Six bedrooms overlooking the bay, with my plaques on the wall, you'll love where I stay I can drop the CD momma And you're on the cover, dedicated to you, daddy, and my brother I'm getting older and wiser making smarter decisions You grow through what you go through, it's all about living I want to say keep your head up to my people in prison To all my dreamers out there keep holding your vision No matter what, God gotcha back Rest in peace to my big brother Jack