Exhibit F

[Intro: Fabolous] Its so sad But I would like to thank everyone who came along, to the funeral service Somehow, someway, we will find a way to move on As we proceed, to give you what you need 2010 mothafuckas Bring that money in mothafuckas Everything comes to an end And therefore, I bring you, Exhibit F [Verse 1: Fabolous] One day Im gon be sleepin' in a box But when that time comes, it comes Ain't no need to keep peepin' at the clocks The hood is like an anchor,think deeper than them blocks My boat was made to float, not for keepin' at the docks They sweepin' through the blocks Slam you on the floor, for what you keepin' in your socks 16 year olds be sleepin' with their Glocks I tried to tell him chill, just keep it on them rocks He looked at me and transformed Thats like making sand castles, in a sandstorm He said its a cold world, not the sandstorm But the heat's the only way I keep my hands warm I told the lil nigga God got a plan for 'em He said im Hollywood, go back where they plant palms This the jungle bro, this ain't no fuckin' ant farm And out here, life's a bitch that you can't charm Damn, that's the realest shit I ever heard Sometimes a dumb ass drops a clever turd Smokin' sour diesel from 173rd I'm bout fly shit, so if I ever bird I can't fly with pigeons, gotta soar with eagles A wise man told me, vultures don't war with seagulls If looks could kill, ain't a nigga more illegal Closet lookin' like you walk through the door at Segal's Spot they sell clothes, Crescent & Melrose I run d mc's, check my shelltoes I'm on the red carpet, takin' pics jail pose I see through your bars nigga, the cells closed [Verse 2: Fabolous] Know what They call me Fab Electronica Presedential suite, so it's Fab and young Monica Stevie Wonder niggas better grab ya harmonica Screamin' go daddy, so its Fab and young Donica Shit, I mean Danica Pockets full of Benjamins, Franklin not Banneker Thick as a Brittanica Death comes to all, when it comes, don't panic bruh If it goes down, stay on ya Titanic bruh Never jump ship nigga You know I'm packin' if we ever bump hips nigga I'm Jive Records, I dump clips nigga Count it , or cock it, I'm a thumb tip nigga We eatin' over here, check my crumb lips nigga I wipe my mouth, right before I wipe 'em out Shootin' videos, thats what niggas hype about Shit, we makin' movies, introducin' Fab Pitt Crush stations, only time I deal with crab shit This the funeral, sit back and reminisce You should be cryin' by the end of this NICE