(+) You Say Tomato, I say Tomato
[Fabolous][Talking at start of the verse]Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas manIt's that Street Fam man, we rep thatLoso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)Kermit, you better think before you ribbitDon't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib itI pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimpHave you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)'Cause your boy just stay above the gameThey trying to tag him, spray a brother frameBut your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aimGo 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) gamesAnd (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) inMy lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pastaYou reach for this medallion, you must like Italian niggaYou only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspiredSo you can (Call A Cab), once your bitch falls for Fab[Chorus: Lil Wayne]Uhh, I get money like a muhfuckerShades darker than a bitch, but I can seeI got everything, you got nothingBut you ain't got nothing on meOww I'm gettin money like a muhfuckaYeeaah, money you ain't never seeYeeaah, I got everything, you got nothingBut you ain't got nothing on me[Juelz Santana][Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]Mr. HD, high definitionThat's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya diggIt's Santana Ay! HahaaI'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumbOr, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)Now you can follow the drip'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasantsOr get opened up like presents, pleaseMy young boys wildin for respectSlit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheeseMy dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burnsSo I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyleYou surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally[Chorus][Lil Wayne]Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me outGet you 3,4 get youLike the number after 1, I'ma get me 2It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bendsMercedes Maybach, grey-blackAnd I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacksFuck your city and your town, I state factsTake that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like AjaxGot paper like a fax machine, asaneenDamn I mean asinine, I'm dapper donAnd after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be noneI will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seenOr heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not meNot I, call me young PopeyeTell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your funeDamn I mean funeral, funeralYou say tomato, I say tomatoYou say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'emMan you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problemsI be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")You fly, but what is it to pilot?Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottomHuuh, damn I mean, foot up in your assI kick that shit, now go'n put it in the trash[Chorus w/ variations to fade]