Woorden: Dj Drama & Fabolous. There Is No Competition. Fuck Wit' Street Fam.

(feat. Neo Da Matrix)

[Chorus:]
Fuck fuck with dat street fam, I fuck with dat street fam
Fuck fuck with dat street fam, I fuck with dat street fam
Fuck fuck with dat street fam, Fuck fuck with dat street fam
I fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with fuck with dat street fam
I fuck with dat street fam, fuck with fuck with dat street fam
I fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with fuck with dat street fam
Fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with dat street fam

[Verse 1:]
STREET FIDDA DIDDA DAM
I tell it like it is, Muthafuck how it was
Da shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz
I break em off shake em off dats jus how I does
I'm clean so I lean like da pisa tower does
I'm on my fidda didda fly shit, Look all ya want nigga don't try shit
Back from da future, On sum Paulie Mcfly shit
The doors go up and Lord knows I shit
On these lame niggas, On these punk bitches
U don't wanna see me reachin where that trunk switch is
We in da club with the black and white skunk riches
I'm matchin head to toe, Down to my dunk stitches
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches
If not, Walk it out like Unk bitches(Bitches)
2 step ya ass on, Ya missed a lot
Oppurtunity den passed on

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
U wanna hate us, Take a number and get in line
Niggas start throwin shade when u gettin shine
And I'm gettin mine, Like southern Cal
Too hot to touch, Just came out da oven style
Ask ma momma, I came out da oven wild
Ma flows city slick, Slowed down southern style
2 fingas up, 2 fingas down
If ya like ya chick nigga don't bring her round
Da Bob Barker king in town
If da price is right, Yea I'm a bring it down
Baby come on down, Wait
Let me tell da driver come on round, Hate
Where they do dat? Everywhere we b at baby
Brooklyn, New York, Now u kno where we at baby
Come and fuck with us, Nigga we love to bang
Fidda didda boys, a.k.a. da sutter gang

[Chorus]