Fabolous – The B.A.S. Freestyle

"Out here singing, "Try me" and sendin' niggas to trial You ain't Dej Loaf, you took a hand-raised oath Pick a side and stay on it, you can't play both"

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Fabolous has officially started the “Friday Night Freestyles.” For the first one out the gate Loso takes it back to ’98, more so his 1998 self, to get busy over the classic “B*****s Ain’t S**t” record taken from Dr. Dre‘s 1992 debut The Chronic album.

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    Fabolous - The B.A.S. Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Oh, I like this, this made me feel like '98
    That know what I did in '98, boy
    That know what I used to do back in '98, right?
    Y'all know what I did in '98, boy
    I mean, some of you young boys wasn't comin' outside yet
    But, um, yeah, let me just show y'all, yeah, look

    [Hook]
    It's like this and like that and like this and, uh
    It's like that and like this and like that and, uh
    It's like this and like that and like this and, uh
    It's like this and like that and like this

    [Verse 1]
    I said, "Bitches ain't shit" and these niggas ain't either
    My boy caught his girl cheatin' and he ain't leave her
    He said, "She caught me before, I ain't no saint either"
    I said, "I wouldn't give a fuck, bitch, we ain't even"
    He said, "You just hot-headed and it ain't fever"
    I said, "You need to dead that and you can't grieve her"
    All I know is, get this money, fuck a stank diva
    I chase paper like me and Ben Frank beefin'
    I got a homie with a shotty, point-blank, squeezin'
    He'll pump you in the chest like you ain't breathin'
    If it's a bunch of y'all, ain't no complaints either
    He do them jobs with a MAC, name ain't Steven
    Straight off a iPhone, a text and you're done
    Don't get caught up in my wordplay, a text is a gun
    Heard you man tried to warn you, the text ain't come
    Too bad you ain't get it cause the text said to run
    Let's get technical, son, all you niggas is foul
    Out here singing, "Try me" and sendin' niggas to trial
    You ain't Dej Loaf, you took a hand-raised oath
    Pick a side and stay on it, you can't play both
    I play close attention like a goddamn watchdog
    Get these hoes' attention with my goddamn watch, dog
    My sister told me, "Those the ones you got to watch, dog"
    Hittin', then you gone, don't believe me, just watch, dog

    [Bridge]
    And hold up, damn, Clue
    I got some more for 'em real quick, hold up, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    I said, "You fly this long, you usually run out of gas"
    That's why I chase checks and never run out of cash
    I started out heating and I swear it's gon continue
    Word to White Castle, all you squares is on the menu
    I'm like Kobe after surgery, all you niggas know on that court
    I'm the truth and these other niggas perjury
    My city need me urgently, I see the bat sign
    Just to let you niggas shine, I had to matte mine, nigga
    Beep-beep, she hop in it like a chat line, nigga
    Then I kill it in the bed, flatline
    You can't catch me unless your bait is strong enough
    Them niggas in my comments ain't been hatin' long enough

    [Outro]
    It's like this, nigga, yeah, it's like this, nigga
    Ha-ha, it's like this
    Ay, and all you niggas thinkin' you stuntin', man
    You ain't stuntin' on me, nigga
    We been there, we done that shit, man
    Owe-you-my-first-Rolly-ass niggas, man
    You did this shit already, man
    Tell these niggas, man, this shit was written, boy
    Ha, you think you stuntin'
    You got to do somethin' we can't do
    Or somethin' we ain't do, nigga
    Chains and all that shit don't matter, man
    We out here, man, we done did that already, bro
    Yeah, yeah, it's the Family, nigga, and that's it
    This and like that and like this and, uh

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