Текст песни Fabolous -  Renegade   
                                        Fabolous -  Renegade слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
[Fabolous] 
I ain`t mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin 
Sorta like some clear diamonds 
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin 
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing 
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky 
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly 
I ain`t pussy, so I won`t allow you to ever dick me 
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me 
But I move, like the President through town 
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown 
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary 
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found 
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw 
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole 
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic 
But I`m fucking like I`m tryna take down Chamberlain`s record 
And the girls more than like you, when you running run 
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl`s sure don`t like you 
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix 
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks 
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick 
I`m on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six 
You can look at this rider, and see I`m on the come-up 
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don`t see `em with they thumb up 
I just turn the system up and keep boppin 
I never get, where I`m tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin 
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection 
Don`t they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction 
That`s why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection 
Till I`m in a joint made for correction 
And right now, the way rapper bi`ness spread 
It wouldn`t even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga 
 
[Paul Cain] 
Since I`m in the position to get rich, I`ma get it 
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching 
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it 
(Nigga you know) and don`t try to act like the truth ain`t apparent 
I`m on a mission to get richer, it`s as simple as that 
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap 
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! 
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back 
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap 
Cause if you don`t show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at 
And you don`t know how much I been through, in fact 
I never did like you, I ain`t even gon` pretend wit you cats 
And I`m the nicest, I ain`t gotta say it twice and repeat it 
I`m a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated 
I`ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it 
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it 
My Desert`s the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it 
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement 
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I`m leavin 
You don`t know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! 
 
[Outro - Paul Cain] 
And the bad part about it is man, haha 
I`m only twenty years old man 
And I`m just havin fun 
Man I ain`t even tryin man 
Desert Storm`s youngest, and in charge man 
Paul Cain, man 
Yo Fab man, you ain`t even gotta go hard man 
I got these niggas man 
Clue! Holla at cha boy 
Skatin Dolla 
Duro! it`s our year man 
Desert Storm, we gon` kill niggas man 
You already know what it is 
It`s a ho`cide man 
Stop "Street Dreamin"