Fabolous – The B.A.S. Freestyle

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 “Bitches Ain’t Shit” 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