Fabolous – “Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing” [VIDEO] | Hip Hop U-C-IT

Fabolous – “Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing” [VIDEO]

Lyrical Genius | hiphopucit | February 2, 2011 at 8:00 am

“Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing,” the first leak off his soul-sampling mixtape The S.O.U.L. Tape. Freestyling over Kanye West’s instrumental for “Devil in a New Dress,” Loso spits crafty bars incorporating puns on the alphabet while bigging up his ballin’ status. “We be killin’ them, boy we be killin’ them/ Damn, we used to dream to have a million/ Now the family get money like Will and them/ Accounts rise like we fillin’ them with helium,”

[Intro - Fabolous]
Yeah, yeah, yeh
Them n-ggas is talking baby
Don’t listen to that sh-t
Don’t mind them, they just talking baby
They know they can’t f-ck with me baby
(That mean they can’t f-ck with you)
You tell them like that bitch told Scarface
(What she say?)
“I don’t fuck with the help”

[Verse - Fabolous]
They say they out for dead presidents, never respected
First of all, Ben Franklin was never elected
That means him and Big Bills have never connected
They just say it cause they think it sounds clever on records
Secondly, God’s first should never be second
And if you living wrong, money can never correct it
I’mma say it once, then it’s whoever direct it
You never get off on me, I’m never the exit
All black everything in my black V
It ain’t a game and if it was, it’d be a black Wii
I’m on my “A” game, never on that “B” shit
You on that B-shit, never gonna be shit
That’s how I “C” shit, cause I am “D” shit
True story, like that Hollywood “E” shit
I say “F” n-ggas cause I’m on some “G” shit
Yeah, that red-and-green stripe double G shit
That was for my homie, just know I’m thinking of you
I told him “stay on top so they can’t get above you”
He told me “I dig that like a f-ckin shovel”
Why it take a n-gga go to jail to say he love you?
We be killing them, boy we be killing them!
Damn, we used to dream to have a million
Now the family get money like Will and them
Accounts rise like we filling them with helium
My baby girl got ass, it’s no secret that it
Make you look away and still be peeking at it
She said they come with painted faces trying to clown on you
How they under you but try to talk down on you
You see, a rat is gonna be that and go for any cheddar
Tell my bitch that I’m no good, as if they any better!
But her loyalty keep her from them other boys
Let em holla, she just gonna exist above the noise