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Extreme | Christmas Time Again | /e/extreme/christmas+time+again_20502970.html | Christmas always goes too fast
It's up to us make it last
And all I want for Christmas is love
Come that morning and I see you smile
It only lasts a little while
How come we seem to push it all side?
Don't you know that it's
Christmas time again, I'm happy for you
You know it comes and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year
Soon, it seems to disappear
It brings us towards but leaves the tear
The day is down but spirit should remain
It's times like these we need a change
I care enough to rearrange
I'll make sure it'll last all year
Don't you know that it's
Christmas time again, I'm happy for you
You know it comes and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year
Christmas time again, I'm happy for you
You know it comes and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year, oh
Gotta give a little more
Remember what we're thanking for
All my love, my kind
Let's pretend just this time
Let's keep the flow this times
That our Christmas will last all year
Don't you know that it's
Christmas time again, I'm happy for you
You know it comes and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year
Christmas time again, I'm happy for you
You know it comes and goes
So let's pretend that it'll last all year
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel
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Extreme | Decadence Dance | /e/extreme/decadence+dance_20052194.html | Francis!
Francis! be careful!
Trying so hard to keep up with the Jones's
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front of the other
And dance to the beat of the decadent drummer
Just buy a brand new pair of Fred Astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
It's the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the decadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
It's hard to stop once the music gets started
'til the soles of your feet harden up like your heart did
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of Fred Astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
It's the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the decadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
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Extreme | Flesh 'n' Blood | /e/extreme/flesh+n+blood_20052184.html | Flesh 'n' blood
A human fascination
Acuired the taste
Right on my face
Naughty
Lost in lust
A hopeless situation
Let the game begin
I'm shirts you're skins
Naughty
There hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
Chorus:
I wanna eat your body
Eat your body
Naughty, naughty, naughty
Talkin' 'bout your body
Flesh, Blood
I think I'm in love
Naughty, naughty, naughty
Eating up your body
Driving down
A sticky occupation
I need another shot
Of some foor for thought
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me everyday
I feel it in my veins
Buring inside me every day
CHORUS
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody else's body
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody
Vegetarians eat your heart out
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Extreme | Get The Funk Out | /e/extreme/get+the+funk+out_20052196.html | If you don't like what you see here
Nobody wants to take you prisoner
So let me make it nice and clear dear
The exit is right there
I don't mean to be rude dude
But you'd better change your attitude
I don't like what I see here
You're all invited to the party
You know you didn't have to come
No rotten apple gonna spoil my fun
If you don't like what you see here
Get the funk out
We won't try to force feed you
Get the funk out
You can't please everybody
But everybody cannot please me
That's why I do what I want to
So why don't you do, do it to, do it to me, hey
So if you don't like what you see here
You can always leave the country
I don't like what I see here
You're all invited to the party
You know you didn't have to come
No rotten apple gonna spoil my fun
If you don't like what you see here
Get the funk out
We won't try to force feed you
Get the funk out
All I see is porno-graffiti
All I hear porno-graffiti
It's a monster we all have within us
The american dream
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
He man woman hater
He man woman hater
He man woman hater
Dancing to the decadence dance
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Extreme | Ghost | /e/extreme/ghost_20755980.html | Tell me there's no need to be afraid
They're only shadows cast, past this place
Where voices carry at the speed of sound
If I should cry before they lay me down
Sorry for the words, words I left unsaid
Sorry being one of the words I did forget
All the time we spent, wasted in the end
Every precious moment taken for granted
There in the corner of my mind
Lies the weight of my regret
Between the shadow and the light
Ghost you're in my head
Shelter from the storm when I sleep
There's comfort in the morn, a siren sings
If only for a moment, I can breathe
The thought of you comes crashing through on me
Sorry for the words, words I left unsaid
Sorry being one of the words I did forget
All the time we spent, wasted in the end
Every precious moment taken for granted
There in the corner of my mind
Lies the weight of my regret
Between the shadow and the light
Ghost you're in my head
Ghost you're in my head
Tell me there's no need to be afraid
They're only shadows cast past has played
Where voices carry at the speed of sound
If I should die before I lay me down
I'm sorry for the way, the way I treated you
A little bit too late, but if you only knew
I'd take away the pain, pain I put you through
I'd do it all again walking in your shoes
There in the corner of my mind
Lies the weight of my regret
Between the shadow and the light
Ghost you're in my head
Ghost you're in my head
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Extreme | God Isn't Dead | /e/extreme/god+isnt+dead_20052213.html | Ah look at all the lonely people, losing faith
In a world full of despair. No one who cares,
Wondering where God disappeared.
I see the pain in everybody's faces, asking why
The God up in the sky didn't say goodbye.
Please tell me God didn't die.
Please tell me God isn't dead.
Please tell me God isn't dead.
Please tell me God isn't
I wanna know if he's
Please tell me God isn't
Tell me God isn't dead.
I wanna know
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Extreme | Leave Me Alone | /e/extreme/leave+me+alone_20052239.html | As for this song
I'll set the mood
There's nothing wrong
Prefer solitude
Alone to think
Of what I don't know
The deeper I sink
The further I'll go
Nothing to fear
No need to hide
I'm already there
Came in from outside
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I wish you would
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I just want to be alone
It's better this way
No one will get hurt
If you stay away
I won't lose my shirt
If I have become
Too defensive
I'm not the one
You have to live with
[Chorus]
I want to be, I want to be
I want to be, alone
Don't feel sorry
It's not your concern
Only the lonely
Are the ones who get burned
Safe in my nest
Home sweet home
No invited guests
I want to be alone
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Extreme | Play With Me | /e/extreme/play+with+me_20052188.html | Ring around the rosie
Hopscotch, Monopoly
Red light, green light
G. I. Joes and Barbies
Hide and seek, kick the can
Cowboys and Indians
Wiffle ball, paper dolls
Hacky sack and hangman
Tag you're IT, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London bridges
Simon says, steal the bacon
Time out, trick or treat
Electric company
Olly olly oxen free
Do you, want to, play with me
Spin the bottle, post office
Kiss and tell, dressin' up
Playin' doctor, peek-a-boo
Two hand touch, cooties
Little League, Looney Tunes
Scissors rock paper, Zoom
Kick ball, stick ball
Kill the guy with the ball
Buckin' up, recess
Jump rope, relieveo
See saw, sand box
Matchbox, Cheerios
ABC's, spelling bees
Sesame Street, hockey
Duck duck duck duck goose
Jack and Suzi sittin' in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes Adam
In a baby carriage
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Extreme | Rest In Peace | /e/extreme/rest+in+peace_20052220.html | Let's talk of peace,
Sounds so cliche
A novelty,
Catch phrase of the day
Middle, index,
Sign of the time
Just as complex,
As water to
Someone said
Give peace a chance
And, that's all that we're saying
While we're sitting
On the fence
Pretending,
Our hearts are in the right place
But, your face
Shows a trace of
Hypocrisy,
Don't tread on me,
Now you can see
Make love not war,
Sounds so absurd, to me
We can't afford
To say these words, lightly
Or else our world
Will truly, rest in peace
Let's not pretend,
To justify
Rather amend,
Where treasures lie
Straight through the heart,
Peace can be found
That's where you start,
Not all around
Someone said
Give peace a chance
And, that's all that we're saying
While we're sitting
On the fence
Pretending,
Our hearts are in the right place
But, your face
Shows a trace of
Hypocrisy,
Don't tread on me, boy
Now you can see
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Extreme | Rise N Shine | /e/extreme/rise+n+shine_20052221.html | Dawn wakes the silence,
Of a fainted lullaby
Day breaks the eyelid,
From a song sung in my eye
Night rests in peace,
As the sun mourns the sky
All's accounted for sheep,
Over a horizon's I
Rise, rise 'n shine
A new day is coming
Rise, rise in time
For everything under the sun
And when you see,
A south wind blow
Forecasting, you will know,
A hot day, will be on the way
(foolish one)
You analyze,
The earth and the sky
I ask you why,
You can't analyze the signs,
Of the present time
I had a dream,
Not unlike the one from old
Of a man king,
Whose head was made of gold
Stand castles of sand
Weather the sundials rise 'n fall
Chasing wind through your hands,
'til water runs dry the well
Dream, daniel, dream
For what's yet to come
See, daniel, see
For everything under the sun
And in the west,
A cloud appears
For shadows of
A coming shower near,
Oh, so near
(hypocrites)
You analyze,
The earth and the sky
I ask you why,
You can't analyze the signs,
Of the present time
Vanity,
Yes, all is vanity
Vanity,
Yes, all's futility
For one that dies,
Another's born
Where laughter's heard,
Comforters mourn
There's a time for
Everything
A song for love,
Even abhor
An olive branch,
Or winter's war
There's a time for
Everything, under the sun
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Extreme | Rock A Bye Bye | /e/extreme/rock+a+bye+bye_20052189.html | If you could only hear
The silent screams
When you wake them up
From their dreams
Nothing is heard
Not even a
Even a
Even a word
Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Rock rock rock a bye baby
Rock rock rock bye bye
And if they had
Any chance at all
You still can't hear
Those voices that call
And when the bough breaks
The cradle will
Cradle will
Cradle will fall
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Extreme | Seven Sundays | /e/extreme/seven+sundays_20052222.html | One day
We'll find the time
To spend, together
Until then, my love
If I had one wish
It wouldn't be hard to choose
Seven Sundays in a row
Cause that's the day
That I spend with you
Someday soon,
You and I
Will hold each other
Once again, my love
If I had one wish
It wouldn't be hard to choose
Seven Sundays in a row
Seven Sundays in a row
Seven Sundays in a row
Cause that's the day
That I spend with you
If I had one wish
It wouldn't be hard to choose
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Extreme | Shadow Boxing | /e/extreme/shadow+boxing_20052243.html | Last round
Looks like I'm in for a fight
Knocked down
There is nowhere left to hide
Stick 'n' move
When I try to run away
Old one-two
I only end up face to face
Mirror, mirror getting clearer
It's just me and my shadow
Dancing round the ring
I try to fight it
But then how can I win
When I'm only shadow boxing?
Time out
I'm looking for a
Standing eight
No doubt
My inside has come out to play
Bob 'n' weave
It's conscious of my
Every move
Been deceived
Can no longer ignore the truth
Mirror, mirror getting clearer
Split decision, blur my vision
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Extreme | Slide | /e/extreme/slide_20755978.html | Find your groove
Then drop the hammer
Overtake
But don't you kick
A leg out of bed
Gettin' loose
Don't keep it matted
A rooster tail
And you're never
Gonna qualify
Never gonna qualify
Slingshot
Gotta hit the apex
Sneak attack
Yeah
You are the the man
On the move
Dirty air
Hangin' in a vortex
Can you feel the rub?
It's a shootout as we
Slide it in
Never gonna qualify
Slide it in, no, no way
Don't become
An emotional wreck
Take it slow, pit row
You're moving to fast
They can read
Your telemetry
Get you in, Get you out
In less than fifteen
Stop
Get you some slicks
Nice and tight
Get your fine fresh rubber
Take the flag
And shake the champagne
All your lizards
Are waiting
And ready to play
Ready to play
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Extreme | Smoke Signals | /e/extreme/smoke+signals_20052190.html | Keep your elbows off the table
Look before you cross
Buckle up your seat belt
Parental discretion advised
Keeping off the grass
Beware of the dog
A restricted area
Police will take notice
Oh, no, don't want to know
My ass from my elbow
Oh, no don't want to know
Don't want to know
Where there's smoke
There's fire
Don't be playin' ball in the street
Where there's smoke
There's fire
What you sow is what you will reap
Slippery when wet
Skating on thin ice
Caution falling rocks
Give a hoot don't pollute
Surgeon General's warning
Don't you drink and drive
Saying no to drugs
Hazardous to your health
Out of reach from children
Fatal if you swallow
Keep away from heat
Pull in case of fire
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Extreme | Song For Love | /e/extreme/song+for+love_20052206.html | I lie awake with open eyes
My love just died
I'm cold inside
Can't face the thought to be alone
All by myself on my own
Love's come and gone
I look around and see
The hearts that still are broken
I can't believe all of our hearts remain unopened
We can't go go on and on
Wit that same old song
So wipe off the frown
And turn around and face each other
Come on, come on
Let's sing a song
A song for you, a song for me, a song for love
All for one and one for all together
Singing a song for love
You and I are none without the other
Singing a song for love
You let the time pass by
Big boys don't cry
Believe that lie
A broken heart that never mends
Is this the end
Listen my friend
These walls of hate
That separate on from the other
Time to rebuild bridges of love
One to another
Come on, come on
Let's sing a song
A song for you, a song for me, a song for love
All for one and one for all together
Singing a song for love
You and I are none without the other
Singing a song for love
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Extreme | Star | /e/extreme/star_20748418.html | [Chorus]
Star
You're a star
Yeah be careful
What
You're wishing for
All your dreams
Coming true
Star yes you are
You're now bigger
Than Venus and Mars
You can run
But you can't hide
So
You're gonna make it
Chance
You're gonna take it
Tinseltown
Is calling your name
Penny in your pocket
Walking like a prophet
Fortune teller
Claiming your fame
Arriving in style
On the
Red carpet mile
To the left
To the right
Step aside
As you wave
To the crowd
A voice
Cries out loud
Look at you
You're the new
Overnight sensation
[Chorus]
Love and hate
Related
Privacy invaded
A paparazzi
Public domain
Dirty little secret
Guess
She couldn't keep it
At least you made it
On the front page
A tabloid be told
All that glitters
Ain't gold
Not a muse
Drug abuse suicide
As you're left
All alone
After
Selling your soul
In the aisle, smile
Ready
For your close up
[Chorus]
Stars in your eyes
Got
Your piece of the pie
In the sky
Don't look down
As you hang on
[Chorus]
Stars in your eyes
Got
Your piece of the pie
In the sky
Don't look down
As you're hanging on
Hanging on
For your life
For you're better off
Dead then alive
Then they love you
Forever
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Extreme | Stop The World | /e/extreme/stop+the+world_20052223.html | All the world's
A masquerade
Made up of fools
And philosophers
Were it to rain
On our charade,
All washes away,
Except for our true colors
If any people bothered
Looking for truth, please,
Stop the world
From spinning 'round
Instead we choose to follow
Footsteps of fools, please
Stop the world
From spinning 'round
If nothing's new under the sun
For me and you
Won't somebody please
Stop the world
Stop the world
I wanna get off
Stop the world
Stop the world
Where there is love
If we forget
Yesterday,
We're bound to repeat it
Tomorrow
It's not too late
To start today,
Better off safe,
Than sorry
Do unto those as you would
Do to yourselves, please,
Stop the world
From spinning 'round
We need more feet to walk
In one another's shoes, please
Stop the world
From spinning 'round
There's nothing new
Under the sun
For me and you,
Won't somebody please
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Extreme | Strutter | /e/extreme/strutter_20807783.html | I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants she'll pass you by
Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
Strutter
She wears her satins like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she saysm "Maybe, baby"
She takes you down and drives you wild
Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
Strutter
I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants, she'll pass you by
Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
Strutter
Strutter
Strutter
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Extreme | Take Us Alive | /e/extreme/take+us+alive_20755983.html | Your mamma told you,
Told you to stay away
Pappa done scold you girl,
Don't hear a word he say
He said,
Over my body
No star-crossed lover lay
You can run, I can hide
And we'll meet each other
On the other side
Don't you worry pretty baby
They'll never take us alive
Tell me you're leaving it,
Leaving it all behind
Better believe in me,
Never treat you unkind
(A little closer girl)
Come take my hand child
I'll love you
For a million miles
You can run, I can hide
And we'll meet each other
On the other side
Don't you worry pretty baby
They'll never take us alive
Save our souls, save our souls
Save our souls, save our souls
You better run, I gotta hide
And we'll meet each other
On the other side
Don't you worry pretty baby
They'll never take us alive
You better run, and I can hide
And we'll meet each other
On the other side
Don't you worry pretty baby
They'll never take us
Don't you worry pretty mamma
They'll never break us
Don't you worry pretty baby
They'll never take us alive
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Extreme | Unconditionally | /e/extreme/unconditionally_20052246.html | So tell me, what can I do
That you couldn't see through
From the very start?
There is only one thing
Yet to come from my heart
Loving you, unconditionally
Loving you, unconditionally
That's what I want to be
What you are to me
Can you see why it's so hard
For me to break apart
From all the things I hold
Closer to a heart
That has grown far too cold?
Loving you, unconditionally
Something new
To a heart yet not free
That's what I want to be
What you are to me
And though it seems impossible
When both of my hands are full
That's the only condition
That keeps me
From loving you
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Extreme | Waiting For The Punchline | /e/extreme/waiting+for+the+punchline_20052247.html | You might say hey, I lost my sense of humor
I'm quite surprised I didn't lose it sooner
Why waste your breath on anything less
Then talk so trivial
As a man who ran out of material
Chorus:
Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side
I'm still waiting for the punchline
Whoever said the grass always grows
Greener on the other lied
I'm still waiting for the punchline
The good ol' days I was known to wear a smile
Like all good things they've gone out of style
I will admit, usually a quick wit
I found bemusing
What used to be, no longer are amusing
Chorus:
It's nothing that you said,
No nothing that you did
Must have been a bad joke,
That's gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
The latter plus time, equals comedy
Why can't I get to the other side
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Extreme | Warheads | /e/extreme/warheads_20052225.html | Hey Kid,
Wanna have some fun?
Choose a side
And, here's your gun
Brought up
Knowing right from wrong
Squash the meek,
Inherit the strong
Just try and,
Cross the line,
Don't even bother
To waste my time
What's that
Look in your eyes?
It's time I cut you.
Down to size
This world ain't
Big enough for two,
And I've got my
Sights on you
Would you like to be,
I'm a warhead
You're a warhead
A warhead just like me?
He's a warhead
She's a warhead
Watch 'em scream 'm yell
Would you like to be,
A warhead too
When I blow them
Straight to hell
Ramboy,
It's us and them
Just like your Daddy
In Vietnam
Monkey see,
Monkey do,
Your boy's grown up
Just like you
This world ain't
Big enough for two,
And I've got my
Sights on you
Would you like to be,
I'm a warhead
You're a warhead
A warhead just like me?
He's a warhead
She's a warhead
Watch 'em scream 'n yell
Would you like to be,
A warhead too
When I blow them
Straight to hell
I've seen Black heads,
White heads,
Red heads,
Dead heads,
Big heads,
Shit heads,
But there's no heads
Like warheads!
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Extreme | When I'm President | /e/extreme/when+im+president_20052209.html | I remember it well
I was just about three
My dad said
son what do you want to be?
It didn't ring no bells but I said
daddy I'm a bit too young what do you want from me?
I'm much older now
I'm almost a man
I can do anything, you bet I can
Raise a family
Now wouldn't that be grand
So sorry but I got bigger plans
You can be anything in the world today
Something like a preacher, a teacher
A baseball player
Those kind of things I just don't care
I want to represent the usa
The american dream
As far as the eye I say can you see
I want to be
I want to be the leader of the country
When I'm president
Things will be different
We'll start a new government
When I'm president
When I'm president
You can be in my cabinet
I'll be your heaven sent
President
First things first we're gonna change the rules
Better listen up all you boys and girls
Your president says there'll be no after school
So vote for me wouldn't that be cool
Yeah! yeah!
Now I know there's trouble in the middle east
I'll spend all the money when I stop the arms race
All my brothers in the desert
Gonna have themselves a feast
When that's done then we'll start on world peace
So go ask Alice
Cos you know what he said
What did he say?
Remember, I wanna be elected
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Fabolous | Ball Till You Fall | /f/fabolous/ball+till+you+fall_20724518.html | [Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
I'm the substitution, I came in this game as a helpin' hand
In the post when I'm close I'm like Elton Brand
My passes go around the ball like a belt through pants
And I'm for the green yeah somethin like a Celtics fan
Me and my team came in G4 dozen seaters
Just in time, call us the buzzer beaters
It's big shot Fab, I spin like vinyl records
You could tell I want the ball in the final seconds
I keep some change on me
I'm a winner I should be in the locker room lettin 'em pour champagne on me
My hommies got a soft one, throw me in a lob one
Good on the first three, I'm Kobe on this fourth one
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
Oh man the children have seen us
We fill the arenas
The hottest tour, I wizz through'em like Gilbert Arenas
Imma ball till I fall and I'm restin in heaven
In the 60 I-L that's the best of the sevens
No games played your boy dropped through like the????
In the passenger I'm mashin'em
Dunkin off the glass on'em
These other players with full court press harassin'em
Yeah I'm in the zone
Colors in the stones
They look, they hook'em sorta like they playbook
That's the flagrant foul that could get you a suspension
They want me to dunk on'em just to get them some attention
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Verse:]
And I'm a baller
Saw'em carryin this shit
My Suns with me like Stoudamire, Marion and Nash
Just like the Lakers during showtime
With the slow rhyme you know I'm gonna step it up during O-Time
Back like the Cavs with Lebron
Your boy be havin it on
White and gold gleam on the whole team
I spin like a mixer
Sorta like a trickster
The S-I to the X, I call'em the Sixers
I beg your pardon I should live with the guards
I spend my time point guardin'
Amx black car, nothin with the plastic
Its goes through like we cuttin to the basket lookin for the hoop
[Chorus:]
Just ball till you fall
Cuz imma ball until I fall
So you'd better ball until you fall
Just ball till you fall
It don't stop y'all [x4]
[Ending:]
Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
Guess who
Yeah, you know how we do baby
We ball till we fall baby
Street fid-id-id-id-I'm
Ha, yeah, 2K7
Don't even pick them controls up unless you ball till you fall babya
What it look like y'all
Loso, F to the A-B
Street fid-id-id-id-I'm
Yes, yes. Let's go
Its the Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O, let's go
We through
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Fabolous | Basketball | /f/fabolous/basketball_20634474.html | [Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
Yeah, now basketball is my favorite sport
I love the way they dribble up and down the court
I keep it so fresh on the microphone
I like no interruption when the game is on
I like slam dunk, to take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like the pick-and-roll
I like the give-and-go
In this basketball, Bow Wow, let's go
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
I got the rock in my hands
Aint no telling what I'm gonna do with it
When I come position I'ma act a fool with it
I might cross you up fake one way
Turn around and hit you with you with the mj fadeaway
I'm throwing dime passes like J. Kidd
Taking cats to the rack
And I'm dunking on them like T. Mac
When I'm in the paint I play with that Alonzo style
I'm like Darius cause I can shoot two miles
[Fabolous]
Don't too many players get offers like me
Back and forth, I'll likely
Shake the checks off your Nikes
They almost had me in a suit at the draft
And it look like a free throw when I be shooting from half
The first step like Iverson - blow past you
Usually nothing but net, but I can go blast too
When I'm in the paint the defense so shook
They don't know if I'ma put up a slow hook, or dish off a no-look
See my game consist of a whole lotta
Moves you would think I learned from the Harlem Globetrotters
J. D. Gon lead us to a ring
Fab and Bow Wow the only players that make cheerleaders wanna sing
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Jermaine Dupri]
Now tell me were you in the joint
The night mj scored 63 points
When the Lakers won titles back to back
Didn't give nobody, no kind of slack
When Vince Carter gave and stuck his arm in the rim
Everybody went crazy in the whole damn gym
Dikembe Mutombo standing tall
Playing D with desire, it's basketball
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball...
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Fabolous | B.K. Style | /f/fabolous/bk+style_20154178.html | Yea, its 'bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin'
Goin' to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like a military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case an' bounce, still they'll barely frisk you
'cause, I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
And I remove the rules on V12's
You never ain't never seen it move this smooth on Sprewell's
I'm a hustler, he's just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock, could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin'
Still I had you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin'
So watch what you say to them, crackers
I'll put a couple g's on yer head, like you play for the packers
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed, pass it
If not put it out, I'm pushin' it before they put it out
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal, footed out
Blastin' a do-did-it, first before they put it out, clue
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain-a
Get metal in ya mouth, like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin' a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin' long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin' stupid people
That'll run up shootin' in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on yer Coupe creep you
Why you let a groupie deep you?
'cause even if you reppin' like a man of steel
You gon' still need a weapon when you land a deal
One for watch you slippin' like you steppin' on banana peels
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon 'cause you scanned a mil'?
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt, pepper on a bannon grill
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mil's?
You must be fuckin' stupid, nigga
Yeah
Brooklyn stand the fucker
Every project, rebourse, Kings Borough
Push wig, for grain
Fill it in, brown fill
Lengston you, LG
Linda, bandi, steflo, Brooklyn
All believe, Glym wall
Abyss fill, faragay
Mossly
Talkin' stumlo, Guonas
Rosawell
I'm just the project nigga myself
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Fabolous | Black City | /f/fabolous/black+city_20995730.html | R.I.P to the competion
Verse 1: fabolous
Black city bitch. Black black city bitch
That girl bust it like the new black city bitch
Black pretty bitch selita ebanks
Money talks so when I talk I be frank
Yeah she blank face down ass up
Toast to this real shit put your glass up
Who wanna bet they keep up when I gas up
Act like a safe for your ceiling put you cash up
D twizzy on the freewizzy riding to that there is no competition thrizzy
Party scene I'm the black charlie sheen
You fake niggas can't even be real for halloween cause
Chorus: fabolous
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
I keep cash and I got that black with me bitch [2x]
Chorus: fabolous
Silver emblem two black r's
Who's that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are... Cause of death? Bars
Got a killa flow from the llama
Got a killa ho half columbiana half dominicana poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceee)
Black city bitch black out a old 3
California king kush black out from og
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it
Chorus: fabolous
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
Black city bitch black black city bitch
I keep cash and I got that black with me bitch [2x]
R.I.P to the competition
Dj drama
We can kill you niggas softly if necessary... Suckas
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Fabolous | Body Ya | /f/fabolous/body+ya_20876455.html | R.I.P. to the competition
Uh, funeral, yeah (ow)
I got 'em
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini me's,
I hope you do better bruh
Better me, better you etc etc
Shout out to the followers
I will stay ahead of ya
Big up to the haters,
Big up all you little niggas
Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas help you recognize the real niggas
Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mommy in my jeans P.R.P.S.
Yeah street fidda didda gang
Yeah at you like a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out
We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
Once I say hi to her she gon' say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
Shout out to the groupies
Shout out to my ex
Prolly saying fuck me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me cause I'm onto the next
All of this cause I ain't respond to your text
Big up to you bum bitches in your ten dollar dresses
Big up to the big girls y'all are so Precious
Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
Huh? But it ain't fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out son in case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly swag too murderous
Known for being nice,
That don't mean courteous
This is nothing new,
I'm not a beginner
I get big checks like the lottery winners
A boy dissing I,
Boy listen I,
Kindly sent him on his way,
Tell the mortician hi
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
Once I say hi to her she gon' say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
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Fabolous | Do The Damn Thang | /f/fabolous/do+the+damn+thang_10112234.html | [Intro]
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look
[Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
[Chorus]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that's phone booth thick
'Cause I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her
forty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Don't Stop Won't Stop | /f/fabolous/dont+stop+wont+stop_10112209.html | It's been a year and some change
And I've been hearin' some things
That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me
But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me
So I won't stop, and I don't stop, yeah
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'
Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces
But none of these motherfuckers do it like me
Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we
Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee
See they talk like they some ho's, I walk like I'm supposed
But if they get in the way they get stepped on
It's the hundred-thou with the bling kept on
Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on
I ain't playin' no games, and I ain't sayin' no names
Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you
Well there's two things that I'm gon' admit to
That I won't stop, and I don't stop
[Chorus:]
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop
It don't stop
And it won't stop
And it don't stop
It don't stop, it won't stop
I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself
But I ain't the kinda nigga you can style on
I got a coupe that I'm finna' put some miles on
And I ride on these niggaz wit a smile on
See I'm 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny
I fall back and all a man do is laugh
I'm the kinda player that ain't gotta do the draft
Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math
But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on
So I had to come through and take the corner back
And I'm back wit the rubber bands on a stack
Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack
Girls still think I'm fly
Blow kiss and wink the eye
And tell me they want to go somewhere and freak off
I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off
But I won't stop, and I don't stop
[Chorus:]
I listen to niggaz flippin' my lines
And be grippin' my nine
Like damn niggaz flip and only spit game
Niggaz comin' at me tryin' to get names
Niggaz lookin like me tryin' to get fame
See first it didn't matter, and I was a little flattered
But now these young boys they gettin' too grown
Like I ain't show 'em how to rock jewels two toned
But it won't stop, and it don't stop
Yeah
[Chorus:]
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearin' muh'fucka's tryin'a steal my flow
But it ain't no thing cause see my nigga J.O.
Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'
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Fabolous | Drugs (Do This To Me) | /f/fabolous/drugs+do+this+to+me_20910272.html | [Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Damn ma
I love you like a lie
I get a rush from your touch, sort of like a high
I used to adore your presence but now I'm like goodbye
Kept it a hundred with you... what give you the right to lie?
We in two different spaces, and you done turned gemini
Completely changed faces
You wouldn't understand even if we trade places
You'll never find another me, face it!
[Broadway]
My life ain't sweet
I don't know who told you that?
My shoes, might want to tiptoe in that
Walk slow with that
I'm the same, ain't changed
But the hate where home is at
Got me like damn, where my homies at?
Fuck it, it's just me
Can't hold me back
You just can't bite the hand that feeds you
Especially when the hand's illegal
I got you cold
Consider it a lesson learned
I'm guessing it was just my turn
To learn the hard way
You can't always trust the ones you love
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too...
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry, I must have you confused
[Verse 2 - fabolous]
You got to take the good with the bad
Love what you got, remember what you had
Always forgive but never forget
Learn from mistakes, but never regret
I feel like it's coming it just ain't never done yet
You wanna take off, go head rev up the jet
Ain't gotta act like our paths should had never met
Let's be happy apart instead of together upset
I got the least out of something I put the most into
It's fucked up when assholes are who we toasting to
You remind me of somebody that I used to know
Me and that other you, weren't introduced before
And I don't like that bitch
We go from belly
I don't like that shit
Who's gonna fill your space
That's still a case
Ben franks the only familiar face
Get money
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry I must have you confused
Cause that can't be love
You took advantage of a good thing
And that ain't a good thing
Take it how you want
[Verse 3]
I guess she forgot how I used to hold her
The nights she was goin through it
Crying on my shoulder
And did a 360 it's like she got colder
I'm starting to regret all the things that I showed her
But I'm a rider
She used to be my roller
I guess the general just lost his best soldier
I thought I felt some type of bond and got close to her
She mean to me more
Cuz ya boy a ghost to her
[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah mmm ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn't do this to me
I know you just wouldn't do this to me
Not you, I'm sorry I must have you confused
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Fabolous | Everything, Everyday, Everywhere | /f/fabolous/everything+everyday+everywhere_20844341.html | Same shit different day just riding through the city looking prettiest as
usual
It's the same old thing got the name on the chain just to let them know who's
who
And they know I've over here so they come and find me right after they lose
you
For you niggas in the way we can let the guns say "excuse you"
At the end of the day we just trying find our way and I might be a come up
And baby you hitch a ride but u gotta know how to do more than how to keep a
thump up
It's so incredible that it ain't edible but they know the cake's real
Yo I couldn't even say ask these other silicon niggas how being fake feel
[Chorus]
Everyday is my day I'ma do it my way everyday
Everything about me, what they love about me everything
Everywhere that I be, feel VIP baby
And everybody's cool, but y'all just ain't me
Somebody better tell em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby
See we be everywhere, and they ain't never there, couldn't tell you where they
be
And you already know you ain't gotta ask me you can see that everything is up
And I'm so bout my money you ain't talking about no money you ain't even gotta
bring it up
And I hope you don't think me give a sugar honey iced tea or a middle finger
up
I just stay sucker-free, leave the lames where they be, and I let my chips
pringle up
Everybody calm down, there's enough to go around, you just gotta say how much
you want
Don't know what you're looking for, unless it's a problem, I promise this
ain't what you want
[Chorus]
Can you do me this favor, answer this question, y'all gon try who
See the shoes by Gucci, bag by Louie, the hating'll be by you
And I appreciate the love, thank the man above cause a nigga feel so blessed
And I ain't gonna stop, better get them red bulls, I don't give these haters
no rest
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Everything Was The Same | /f/fabolous/everything+was+the+same_21074415.html | Yeah, everything, everything was the same
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
Rather hold my head high and die, then live and duck
I gotta set it off, Jada Queen and Vivica
The last chick was scared to get that money, I can't live like her
Got no problem with you, niggas, get it how you live it, bro
It's a cold world, these mean streets will shiver you
All I asks is for the same respect that I be giving you
If not my boy will put the beats on you, Karen Civil you
That boy be on his shoot first, never mind the trivia
My advice, don't mess with his man, word to Nivea
We go back to when we got that white from Bolivia
We was candy shopping before 50 and Olivia
That's when you would go uptown 'cause you had to re' there
Everybody broke back then, you had to repair
Drug dealing was cool back then, you had to beware
That was the 90's, y'all wouldn't get it, you had to be there
That's why I'm glad to be here, some of us never made it
It's hard to get off the ground, y'all think I just levitated
Y'all think it was all love and nobody ever hated
Y'all think 'cause I never stated I never been devastated
All y'all see is sun shining, think I was never shaded
Y'all think these calendar models is all that I ever dated
Nigga, nothing was the same, HOT 97 played it
Every day they made it that I stayed with 57 played it
Can't trust nobody, the crib is heavy gated
You ask why? I tell them even heaven's gated
You know why? 'Cause when you good the devil hate it
And even if you heavy weighted people want you feather weighted
Attention, I never paid it, me and this clever lady
She brains, do some things, then we lay together faded
And while I chill, loaded up a steel
Just wishing a nigga would but knowing a nigga will
But for real, nigga, good is how you feel
But soon as a nigga good is as soon as a nigga will
Still, I don't owe these niggas nothing, put that in a nigga will
Damned if you do them, if you don't, don't, don't, don't
They don't have a hand on your head of what you're doing now
You're damned if you do them, if you don't
People sit around and judge you anyway
Don't, don't, don't
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Fabolous | Exodus | /f/fabolous/exodus_20428433.html | My youngins get it fucked up when y'all talk about the game
Like it's designed in their favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver
Their rights for a lil' bit of fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil' name
To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
Tell 'em you don't do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there's no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas
This nation thrives off misery niggas
So if you ain't trying to let your hard times increase your wealth
Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin' to fuck with those
who trying to sell them
See, they may see me as an adversary 'cause they know I'm tryin' to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing, but don't worry they'll appoint you a lawyer for you
whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain
control of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
they'll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch
It's my brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
'Cause we refused to do the knowledge
Nigga, you can't learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick up a book or something
Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something
Hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin' that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep
pissin' through it
You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes
real niggas walk
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Fabolous | Family Affair Freestyle | /f/fabolous/family+affair+freestyle_20717291.html | [Fabolous:]
Uh yeah
Uh yeah yo
Yo yo
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm on the streets like a gangstas supposed to
Two way and cell on my hip I throw my heats on my ankle roaster
Ride, low on my seat blowin' Dinkin Roasters
When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer
Face show on the streets and it ain't from posters
Sells get low on my heat I got anxious soldiers
Talkin' like you bullet proof
We'll find where you move
Put slugs in ya back to close to ya spine to remove
I'm waitin' for the first one to front
So I can put they family and friends in a limo and the hearse in the front
As much as I take on the first of the month
I wouldn't give a fuck about a 5 Mics or a Verse Of The Month
I see ya with the jake too often
I'll leave you in Miami with a hole in ya head gettin' mistaked for dolphins
Ice, Jacob can custom make ya coffin
Its Ghetto F-A-B-O-L-O-
You-S- hello
[Talking:]
He's a monster
This is the Godzilla of rap
He's a monster
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Fabolous | Forgive Me Father | /f/fabolous/forgive+me+father_20052281.html | [Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
Maybe cause I'm eating And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leaning on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they putting Vaseline on they hubs
I'm looking for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm moving so much cash and cream in the club
And don't pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly niggag that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm popping a tab and pulling a sticker
Everyday I'm switching the tags and pulling up sicker
Every "K" I'm loading the mags with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitating homie I'm pulling it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Poking out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Chorus]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Getting stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm begging ya
I got the Gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearing the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
Of the Cris
And while you at probation filling a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
[Chorus]
That's right I'll do it again nigga (yea)
I'm a motherfucking ghetto superstar nigga
Desert Storm Street Family we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this fucking money man
It's a lot of fucking money over here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doing (yea)
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Fabolous | G.A.N.G.S.T.A | /f/fabolous/gangsta_10112213.html | [Chorus]
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know who)
I'm still living la vida loca
Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo haha!)
They love me just because
I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good
[Chorus]
God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cause I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'
It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'cause we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag
[Chorus]
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine
But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh no thank ya, I earned my key
My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know who)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
(It's a gangsta party)
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Get Right | /f/fabolous/get+right_20052262.html | You're lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me,
You're sayin' not quite enough to me,
You're sippin' just a little too slow for me
No doubt you're playing real cool homie
Got me thinking what is it you do for me?
Tripping (tripping) a little more than I should be
So let yourself go and get right with me
[Chorus:]
I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up,
We can get right, we can get right, we can get right,
I'm about to fill you're cup, we can get right,
Before the night is up,
We can get right, tonight, we can get right
You're lips, talking bout I play too much,
Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants,
My hips, moving oh so slow, (so slow)
Bar tab looking like a condo, (condo)
All I need is you here right by my side
Take whatever you want, baby let's ride,
And whatever you won't do, let me decide,
Just put you're name on the dotted line,
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
So much we've got to say, but so little time,
And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind,
(don't leave this love behind)
Baby, take my hand, I'll show you why
[Chorus: x2]
I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up,
We can get right, we can get right, we can get right,
I'm about to fill you're cup,
(we can get right,
Before the night is up,
We can get right, we can get right)
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Fabolous | Get Smart | /f/fabolous/get+smart_20052263.html | [Verse 1]
I like 'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian
Who have the weekend occasion
Sneak in the Days Inn
I'm never tweaking of haze an frequently blazing
Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that I stay in
Can't deny it, used to take weeks and persuasion
Now I just be looking down at these freaks in amazement
With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice
Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is
So you ain't gotta be perfect
I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it
Still what I mean is
Your brains gotta send chills through my penis
Till I feel like a genius
Look at it from a player's position
I got a scholarship, I get smart without paying tuition
My classes be like two three hours
That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser
[Chorus]
Still what I mean is
I really just want to get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades in all of my classes
Still what I mean is
I really just want to get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes
[Verse 2]
These bitches they done got real bad
Cause now I pull out, Leaving 'em looking like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
You'll have trouble counting each baguette
All it takes would hood tutors and some good Buddha
And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters
They don't care where the cops is
Outta the blue they stop biz
Teacher started giving me a pop quiz
I stay 10 minutes in night clubs
Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb
I might pass on a female, And call up a substitute just for night
Class in the CL
Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared
Can't tell her from giving my dick CPR
If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurting, before squrting
It's for certain
You are the weakest link, Goodbye
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You know my girls in North and South Caddy
They all for mouth waxing
And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes
I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali
And the Philly mommy's suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie
And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL
Don't even know them hoes
In South Beach, they let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece
Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous
The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle
Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA
Them hoes in Detroit will suck the whole revolt
My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town
My bitches in be-More, Blow til they knees sore
Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou
New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions
They just suck outta you like liposuction
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Ghetto | /f/fabolous/ghetto_20428503.html | From hood to hood they see what's hood
And know who I be! uh!
I got the Yankee leaning, just sitting over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep running through your city's maze
Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill
[Chorus:]
From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Mid West and down south it's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
I get it jumping like a lo lo '64
And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though
That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo
You know it's him and the gang
With the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue
But remember the things, ain't too far
And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang
Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely
I know the snakes gonna slither soon
The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon
The back feels like sitting in the living room
I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman
It's that man that back to back plat' scan
I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living
You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!
[Chorus]
They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky
But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi
Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed
And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince
And throw rose petals when I walk
They love how I came back hard like good blow
And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho
That's what hood though, yes I would know
That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers
Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others
The man no other, cause I been in it
My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
I'm gone! catch up!
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Gotta Be Thug | /f/fabolous/gotta+be+thug_20052264.html | Come on
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
For Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
Got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and acquitted
If my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the four five and spit it
Then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
Come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side committed
To leave you and the driver splitted
With your brain inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a five BM
Puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
Operate with more chips than IBM
Fuck with me, you make the news at five PM
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
Swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussein
Catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
Niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
End up havin' to move they moms to Ukraine
Get ADT alarms and new names
What's come in the club, under each arm is two dames
Buyin' bottles of Dom with his loose change
Niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
Flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
Ride through windows low, rims pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
Niggas love the band, but the bitches open off the grill
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
No info, if I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
Hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
Hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
Bed ridden talkin' to investigators
Now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'Cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
Dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
When police come for me, fly West to Vegas
Ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
My pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm twenty, with twenty's on a M-Class
Just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
We ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
Make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'Bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
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Fabolous | Hands Up | /f/fabolous/hands+up_20634468.html | Tlc
Hands Up
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on
Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes
Soon as I was done
It was time to get my groove on
Find a place that's happenin'
And I knew that it was on
From the moment that I walked into the spot
It was bangin'
It was swangin' oh
Till somethin' turned me off
I wasn't sure
Coulda swore I saw you with someone
And at much to my surprise (whoa)
Chorus:
You were right there with your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It's like I almost didn't know you
Tryin' to shake that ass
Playa you don't even dance
Sup wit' you
It's like I don't even know you
Left you at the crib
Cause I know you get your game on
Happens every Tuesday night
You said that you was cool
Your boys was comin' by
(Go baby have yourself a real good time)
So I knew I could be wrong
I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you
Not my baby
He ain't crazy no
Then my girlfriends tipped me off
When I got closer I could tell that it was you
You was bangin'
You was swangin' oh
Chorus
Chorus
Mindin' my own business
My pager's goin' off
My girlfriends tryin' to tell me
You're doin' wrong
I needed confirmation
I knew you was a dog
I just can't believe what I saw
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
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Fabolous | Hate Me Now Freestyle | /f/fabolous/hate+me+now+freestyle_20717255.html | (feat. Paul Cain)
[Fabolous:]
Yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
Got my nigga Paul Cain with me
Street dreams
I'm what street dreams are made of nigga
Hate me now
Do it now nigga
I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O-
Ghetto
Lets do this right nigga
What the fuck is up nigga?
These niggas can't even breathe now Cain
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It won't stop 'till my account is in the billions
And I buy a home on the coast of Miami and the ammounts are in the millions
Fish tanks and flat screens mounted in the ceilings
Sippin' champagne I have trouble pronouncing while I'm chillin'
Felt that you was squealin'
You 'gon die even if Witness Protection put you in the mountains of New
Zealand
Cause I hire bountys that be killin'
That play Hide-And-Go Seek and find you after countin' to a million
But a million records later
Theres still some speculators
Man these labels are giving the kid meals and checks like waiters
When I come through you never see my heels be decked in gators
And see Jordans that dropped when you was still a second grader
Spill the Tec on haters
I got a quick jab
But when I squeeze these slugs'll hit you a milla second later
I chill and check the waiter
Dudes play gangsta for a minute but run to the cops squealing seconds later
You still a Lexus trader
My credit so good I drive off in the sc and tell the dealer "Catch ya later"
All I need is one night I don't deal with second daters
Cause the white and gold stones on the grill and neck persuade her nigga
[Paul Cain:]
Yeah
Yo Fab
We done pulled the Range out
The Benz out
The Caddy truck out
They ain't even see the 12-8 yet
These niggas still hatin'
[Verse 2: Paul Cain]
Ever since I got signed it seems like ya'll been hatin' on the god
We never held a conversation but you claimin' I'm a fraud
Started bringin' weight up while I starve
Gained some cash and the ego now ya perpetrating like ya hard
If you thinkin' you Pac I'm a wait in front of Quad
Have my Kingston bullets through ya face like I'm Bernard
Ya like beef but hate when I'm involved
Cause I don't give ya a chance ta dodge bullets from the 8 when it revolve
Niggas love when you broke but they hate when you get large
Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed
Run in ya crib and duck tape you and ya broad
And don't leave prints so jakes never get the case resolved
So I play against the odds
When its all set two niggas with two 40s a peice retaliatin' on ya squad
If you get locked my Haitian'll leave you scarred
Rape you in the yard
With Gem Star blades cut ya face like a collage
While I sip champagne in the Vegas lamatage'
In the suite with two freaks videotapin' a manage'
Ice in the chain a face in the shepard'
Million dollar crib with a cranberry quarter and a 8 in the garage nigga
[Paul Cain:]
Ya'll niggas
Ya'll niggas only seen half
This is just the begining man
See ya'll niggas was hatin' now man
Ya'll niggas gonna be sick to your stomach bending over throwin' up
When ya'll see the shit we got comin'
My album ain't even drop yet man
And ya'll niggas talkin' crazy
Man Paul Cain nigga
The album comin' fourth quarter
Ya'll motherfuckers is under pressure nigga
Desert Storm, slk we killin' everything movin' nigga
Yeah
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Fabolous | I Usually Don't | /f/fabolous/i+usually+dont_20239094.html | Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, ha
I beep my horn and they come to the car
Damn right, they come to a stall
That's right, it come with the car
Now tell your boss, you can't come in tomorrow
My dro come by the jar
They bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
Nah, nigga I ain't come here to spar
These hallow tips will come where you are
I stomp through smooth with the soldiers
Two steppin', movin' my shoulders
Now the money's rollin' in
We got bottles lined up like bowlin' pins
Mami, you standin' with a slouch
Starin' at me while I'm standin on the couch
Come and get in the blue flames
Have a sip of this blue shit and let's rock
Now you know I don't usually do this
But you lookin' good tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' smoke tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' drink tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' fuck tonight
Now who's hot? Who's not?
I can take the few shots you've got
I can burn a few knots you've got
I can blow the few spots you've got
But I chill, I will
Get it to poppin' whenever I feel
I still shut it down
And I white and yellow stud it down
Watch them pretty girls strut it 'round
Take the birdies and putt it down
Like Tiger Woods did it but I'm hood with it
You've never seen a thug look as good with it
And I promise that, fuck with me
You better move where Osama's at
You see I'm in here with the white ones on
Tryin' to get fucked up 'for the lights come on, let's go
Now you know I don't usually do this
But you lookin' good tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' smoke tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' drink tonight
And you know I don't usually do this
But you gon' fuck tonight
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Fabolous | Imma Do It | /f/fabolous/imma+do+it_20844339.html | [Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back
See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it)
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it)
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop)
Yeah
Feelin' just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayye)
Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
That's why I'm with Nadia I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudia
Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think
I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Yeah
Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a sucka's health
I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that
Picture me not flop where is them explosives at?
Right here on my lap
That's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cock
I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block
Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
I mean let's be honest you never liked a nigga
Tryin to live beyond this so I kept the strap on
Clap on, clap off lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo Gallarded I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless
No love, if son lookin' for love
Get a show on VH1
Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck
My attitude is Virgin
Still don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Jokes On You | /f/fabolous/jokes+on+you_20433863.html | Make money money, make money money money, make money money, make money money
money, make money Money, make money money money, make money money, make money
money money you niggas got it twisted Man
[Chorus]
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh,
C'mon if it don't make me math
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke,
Well I cant take being broke
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money
Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money
[Verse: Fabolous]
You niggas are comical, who me
I'm seven digits two comical on my mama fool
I'm getting this money and that kill'em
They looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams
Money mike, I gets money on the mic
And some say I'm wild'n out
Bacardi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing
But I ain't gotta fucking choice
My money talks in a Chris Tucker voice
"and you know this man"
You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian
I start laughing as soon as I put your cd in
You joke, you joke, you kid, you kid
Should have went to comedy central with the vids you did
But OK, you b.e.t. only if its comic view
Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too
I'm Marty Mar, at a auty mar
Cute snotty broad, tits like dolly par
Ed harty naw this is carty ma
But that was a good one, hardy har
Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh haw
[Chorus]
[Verse: Pusha t's]
The jokes on you niggas
See the figures don't add up to the claims
You Sam Kinnison you just screaming names
My brother my partner for real like the wayans
Plus everything in live in living color
High rise checks diamonds the size of Robin Harris'
I Bebe kids my neck
You call it a tribute, a proof that I distribute
Sales was slow I got Paco to contribute
Some morals in each state, move weight, get caught, don't talk, Dave Chappelle
niggas might break
So hilarious, how the chariots, carry us
Phantom is light gray sort of like ashy Larry is
King of the one liner lil' rhymers watch what you say
You just a potty mouth like Andrew dice clay
I pop collars on niggas, I drop dollars on niggas
I jell o's together I bill Cosby on niggas
Got you lost in the smoke I Micheal Connelly you niggas
I watch u verse from the fire I Richard Pryor you niggas
Said enough nigga sort of like Kramer
I'm joking you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look
Funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi
I am to fly, in the booth I
Make joke of them, I ain't the richest nigga but I ain't broke as them
I'm serious, petty worth will make a man delirious like Eddie Murph
Girls get curious
Is he really funny, don't be silly honey
I'm the burner packing
Bernie macing
I ain't scared of you ma-fuckers kick ass
Hon stack thick ass
A deck of card v.i.p. section hard
They try to holla at me you know the heckler broads
I'm popping rose, I don't the neck to god
Don't front yo, I be in the front row
Watch your wise cracks or I'll be at your front door
And I push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley
Lol this is Los
Oh no your money coming so slow guess this ma-fuckers a no show, oh oh oh
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Listen To Your Girl | /f/fabolous/listen+to+your+girl_20584182.html | Listen to ya girl uh uh what
Listen to her ya heard me?
She know how it go down
Damn Baby
We in the drop top she tellin me she wanna know
I'm tellin her I was at the show
She don't belieeeeeeve me
She think she gunna leeeave me
There aint no way any body better than me
Aint no body gunna love ya betta than me
What chou think ya gunna run around
Talkin bout he don't love me no more
What do I gotta do to show ya, I'll get on the floor
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Fabolous | Ma' Be Easy | /f/fabolous/ma+be+easy_20052267.html | Uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickering
Player like me? every season these chicks have been
Talking how I came through the P's in a sicker Benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to stick 'em in
I be's in the keys with a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's going look like she having a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kicking in
Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
Who spend a G on Gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
You thinking I'm talking private jets, uh
[Chorus]
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm, ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Want to lean to the side while I cruise in your ride, ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wanting and let me hold something, ma' be easy
(You get nothing from me)
You get nothing!
[Verse 2]
So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon' give you
Addresses to e-mail
All that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I'm goin' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is
In the head rests his TV's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
Getting Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been giving me slow neck
And I don't even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend, cause when it comes to knocking 'em down
I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ma you must of had too many weed totes
Cause I ain't giving you any see-notes
I'm all about floating on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something with two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coat
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shopping sprees I'm rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
I deal wit nothing but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz
Cause they want to lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link long view
(One try) I ain't trying to put clinks on you
Hope tricking ain't one of the things you think John do
Cause that's the way you end up wit a drink on you mami
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Make Me Better | /f/fabolous/make+me+better_20414723.html | Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
[Chorus:]
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But, baby, you, you make me better
(You make me better)
You make me better
(You make me better)
You make me better
(You make me better)
You make me better
(You make me better)
You make me better
[Fabolous]
You plus me - it equal better math
Ya boy a good look, but she my better half
I'm already bossin', already flossin'
But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (Yep, yep, yep,
yep)
You're keepin' me on my A-game (what, what, what, what)
Without havin' the same name (that, that, that, that, that)
They may flame (but, but, but, but)
But, shawty, we burn it up
The sag in my swag, pep in my step
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppe's
Guess it's a G thing, whenever we swing
I'm a need Coretta Scott if I'm gonna be king
[Chorus]
[Ne-Yo]
First thing's first, I does what I do
But everything I am, she's my improve
I'm already boss, I'm already fly
But if I'm a star, she is the sky (ah, ah, ah)
And when I feel like I'm on top (she, she, she)
She give me reason to not stop (eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)
And though I'm hot (to, to, to)
Together, we burn it up
[Fabolous]
The caked-up cut, the cleaned-up ice
When shawty come around, I clean up nice
Dynamic duo - Batman and Robin
Whoever don't like it, it's that man problem (eh, eh, eh)
And when I feel like I'm tired (ma, ma, ma)
Mami be takin' me higher (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm on fire (but, but, but)
But, shawty, we burn it up
[Chorus]
Inside every great man you can find a woman, like a soldier, holdin' him down
[Fabolous]
And she treats me like a Don, watches for the hit
Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with
The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip
Show me how to move, that's why I never trip
And, baby girl, you so major they should front-page ya (front-page ya)
God bless the parents who made ya (who made ya)
Middle-finger anybody who hate the
Way that we burn it up
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
Yeah, baby, them lames you playin' with
They gon' put you down
We tryin' to compliment you, you know?
Make it better
Top-notch Tim
Nice-look Ne-Yo
Livin' good Lo-So
They ask you how you doin', now
Tell 'em better than them
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Make Me Feel Better | /f/fabolous/make+me+feel+better_20598645.html | Intro:Ne-Yo
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Loso
Hey hey...
Chorus: Ne-Yo
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami i'm good all by myself
But baby you, you make me better
You make me better(8x)
Verse 1: Fabolous
You plus me, it equal better math
Your boy a good look, but she my better half
I'm already bossin, already flossin
But why hav the cake if it ain't got that sweet frostin
(Ya ya ya) Ya keepin me on my A game
(With with with) Without havin to say names
(They they they they they)They may flame
(But but but) But shorty we burn it up
The sag in my swag, pep in my step
DAddy do the Gucci, mami in Geseppes
Yes it's a g thang, whenever we swing
Im'a need Cpretta Scott if I'm gon' be king
Chorus: Ne-Yo
I'm a movement by myself
But i'm a force when we're together
Mami i'm good all by myself
But baby you,you make better
YOu make me better(8x)
Verse 2: Ne-Yo
First things first, I does what i do
But everything i am, she's my improved
I'm already boss, already fly
But if i'm a star, she is the sky
(i
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Fabolous | Make U Mine | /f/fabolous/make+u+mine_10112198.html | [Fabolous]
Yeah..Uhh..
I know I make you want to leave the one you with,
But I ain't Usher Raymond,
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin',
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask,
"What's my name" and they yell,
F-A-be -Ohh
You shouldn't have even brought her my direction,
Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, Yeah.
I'm talkin wreckless now,
'Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now..nigga
[Mike Shorey]
I'm the fella that keep em yellin, and its nuttin to get em,
I don't sweat em', its what I tell em',
And they quickly forget em',
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em'
And I let em', cause I can spend em'
And its more then the denim,
But I've been
Born to move, while you dudes be sleeping,
The coupe on 22's keep the Shorey sneaking,
And she won't tell the truth, she too used to creepin
The mic is in the booth, it's the truth I'm speaking
[Fabolous]
Any girl I gave it to..
can't even go love another man,
I give it to em' like no other brother can,
She say my man can barely move me,
Before you made me scream, like a scary movie,
On top of that,
I'm smoother then the rest of the gangsters,
And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta
Oh.
Damn homie,
Your girl is with the street Fab. Homie,
And she ain't fuckin with you
[Mike Shorey]
It's a shame, you lames
Can't even maintain your thangs,
And its insane the way, that she gave me brain
I pimp things the same, don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain, they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it,
Just up and face it,
Your time is being wasted, your mans a basic
See it all in his face, that he's cheap and tasteless,
But life is what you make it, just watch the bracelet
[Fabolous]
I bet your man can't do it like me,
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me,
He's nowhere near or like me,
And he probably think keeping you in check,
Is buying you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I.. get dough from her,
When the digits on my checks, look like phone numbers
Fuck It,
You might as well tell that buster skid addle,
Not even Catherine can help him in his custody battle
Yeah.
[Mike Shorey]
You can catch me in the club, with a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
When I'm getting a nut, they just lick it up
I'm in favor if, bust a flow is dangerous,
I don't aim to give shortys our relationships,
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it
[Fabolous Talking]
That's right we got the hang of it,
Mike shorey
Fabolous
Street family
Desert storm
I know you his but I want to make you mine.
You know..haha..yeah
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Fabolous | Makin Love | /f/fabolous/makin+love_20844350.html | Whoa
Whoa
Ay man some kids gonna be runnin' around somebody house to this one
They gon' make babies to this
I mean it feels good
Oh yeah the song to (yeah)
It feels good to (yeah)
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She knew I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love makin' love
June twenty second, think I came in twenty second
I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked,
To the pace of the base and this cash money record,
She just drop, drop, drop, damn you manny fresh
But I got my thing together, told her she could bring whatever
Get some green, we could puff get the cream get the cuffs
Baby even when I'm gentle, it might seem like its ruff
But if neighbors ain't complaining, you ain't screaming enough
And yeah they might hear as I'm slappin' to the jewel
She said baby right there, do it rapid do it smooth
I said baby right where, kept tappin' to the groove
She said nigga right there, I'm a slap you if you move
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She knew I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love, girl we makin' love
Cant forget the feeling when you starring at the ceiling
And you cant catch your breath you just laying there chilling
Like one and then the two,
Two and then the three, three and then the four
Damn I want some more
So I slam her to the floor, set the camera to record
Throw them legs up in the air, just like Lamborghini doors
See we might have had some problems with the stamina before
I'm no amateur I'm sure, I cold ram until your sore
But I ain't trying to hurt ya
I'm jus' trying to nurture
Them nigga just flirt to hit it and to hurt ya
What I'm throwin' dirt for, I'm trying to alert ya
But fuck that lay it down, let a nigga work ya
I told her I'll be there in a minute,
She knew I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love makin' love
Uh huh til you tell me that you had enough
Uh huh I'm a slow it down and I'm a speed it up (yeah)
And I will not stop
Do it to you like a dude that ain't got no job
I ain't got nowhere to be so I don't gotta leave
Get the itis in the sheets I'm a eat and go to sleep
Then we wake up and repeat, everything you do to me
I'm a turn and do to you,
And then I'm a black and blue that thing (dance for me)
I love the way you move that thing (so nasty)
I look and say oh that thing
Make me wanna sing a song (anybody every seen a)
Make 'em wanna sing along
So listen baby I'll be there in a minute,
She knew I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know I'm a take it down soon as I get it,
You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed
Tonight we makin' love makin' love
Yea so I called baby girl like
Yeah I'm fittin' to come through there
She like for what
You ain't gon' get none
I said I'm not comin' to get none
I'm comin' to get some
She said you ain't gettin' some unless you make love to me
I said make love?
What the fuck is that
Ha ha ha ha
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Fabolous | Money Money Money Shouts | /f/fabolous/money+money+money+shouts_21040441.html | [Background]Money money money
Money money money
(Repeated)
[Red Cafe]Hey hey, everydayday I hustle everyday I'm getting money
If her p-ssy good everyday I'm spending money
Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag
I aint got credit but your dog got cash
Money money money stay out of my lane
Your team running laps,
My team run the game
This is America aint shit free
I need my money tall, at least six three
Blaacka blaacka blaacka
Money money money
Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey
And I murder everybody okay everyday say it
Money money money
If you broke I'm sorry
[Hook]money money money
Money money money
That girl need
Money money money
My people need
Money money money
What else, that girl need
Money money money
She getting
Money money money
She getting
Money money money
I'm getting
[Diddy]
Wake up in the morning
Take a money shower
Now I'm smelling like money got the money and the power
Bad boy money, Martin and Will
My face good money the should put me on the bill
I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the shoppers
Crushing model chicks, throwing minks on the toddlers
Nasdaq money, Dow Jones homes
Money money money muthaf-cker daddy's home
Cash money young money bad boy money
Shorty said I boss never throw toy money
So blah blah make that thing bounce with these hundred dollar bills
Now I'm getting money I ball
I remember I had no money at all
Now I'm so shallow name brand apparel
I'm in that new new everyday wanna battle
Blaacka blaacka blaacka
Money money money
Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey
And I murder everybody okay everyday say it
Money money money
If you broke I'm sorry
[Chorus:]
[Fabolous]Clap for that money like the booty on shorty then
Ya'll just keep clapping studio audience
Told her stretch it out like she do it in the
And bust it bust it bust it like she snuck a glock 40 in
Daddy gon show you how a store feel
I got millions of ways young
Married to the money
Faithful to the millions
Got my money up
Safe as up in ceilings
[End]
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Fabolous | My Life | /f/fabolous/my+life+feat+mary+j+blige_20267702.html | [Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you
[Fabolous]
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be down
And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now
Although there was a time I would barely see fowls
But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now
Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now
Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now
That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now
And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds
I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now
Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round
Everybody staring unnecessarily now
But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today your dream come true
You need me and I need you
Lovin' us is very special
Lovin' life and life and livin'
Your very special
[Fabolous]
Y'all can never be built like me, even if Y'all look at my blueprint
But since Y'all watches look like its movement
I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint
Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent
100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint
Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints
I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance
But y'all gotta peep this rookie's improvement
I tip it with you and
Cause most dudes was doin' verses for a few dollars and a hook for a few cents
All I do is try to teach and look to influence
But it look like the students are playin' hooky, and truin'
And some say that we lookin' like new gents
But money talks, and it don't look like Y'all fluent
And Y'all done seen how this young'n look in the new pints
But it's my life and you can't look in the new tints
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
Uh, If I could say so myself, I came a long way
Even though I feel like the same old John J.
Nothin' change, when I aim, I'm gonna spray
When I eat, I order the same old entree
When I ride, I let the same old songs play
And when I work, I do the same old long days
From bein' Fab, to looked at by dames the wrong way
They know where we came, from the name they call me
I already know what these lames is gonna say
And I already seen what games they gonna play
Fuck with family, don't say the name the wrong way
And when you die, Y'all crackers gonna blame it on strays
[Mary J. Blige]
Cause love is life, and life is livin'
Your very special
[harmonizing]
[Chorus]
Me and Fab are very special
Me and Fab are very special
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Fabolous | My Time | /f/fabolous/my+time_20844348.html | Yea
Go hard today
The past is the past you know
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
It's a new day bro
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
My day gotta do it now
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say common
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
Guess what time it is my my my time
You can check your I phone better say it's I-time
I don't even need a watch I don't even see a clock
Soon as a I walk in it feel like me o'clock
Give me a clock every time I check
Singers don't measure up and try and blame the Pyrex
Damn I'ma do it bigger than a 5-ex
Can't ride with an L so I don't drive Lex
Games so bickery so full of trickery
Nursery rhyming hickory dickory
Blowing that side the hood call it pickory
Biggie puffy busta victory
[Chorus]
Go hard today
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say (c'mon)
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
My time is more like fly time
Don't call to gettin' dressed call it in a sky time
If you ain't a pilot you probably couldn't style it
Unless you was a stewardess you wonder what to do with this
First I take the time out then I put the time in
Money ain't everything it's more about the timing
So I got the water mark flawless diamonds
In other words that's called perfect timing
I feel like a favor I feel like a savor
They clockin' my neck I feel like I'm flavor
I go so hard
Damn, street fi di di di damn
[Chorus]
O-Nine all mine, it's been a few years
Now its me, bout time
You know I've got committed with it since I've been up in the zone
Sign the dotted line
Now is on
So y'all better check your wrist piece, why?
Cause its time to make history, yeah
Just hop up here in this hit streak
Howda howda howda hell you gonna evict me?
You know I'm here stay never cocky now
With bottles we poppin' now
No telling where we stopping now
And I represent the chick a-g-o
On the track with F-A-B-O
You know we
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Never Duplicated | /f/fabolous/never+duplicated_20052286.html | Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah
Yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated
I can't deny it, you's a dick rider
You can never flow like me, blow like me
Why would a bitch like ya?
She can see that I'm a fucking rider, you a hitch hiker
I'm walking in some shoes, they can't make fit ya
Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya
I don't want to talk and I can't take pictures
Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya
Excuse you, who's you?
If I need a stunt double I'll use you
Pardon y'all, I don't want to step on y'all toes
separate the authentic from the replica flows
And the kid be places you could never be at
So that can never be this, and this can never be that
These niggas got some audacity
Sell some records as fast as me
Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
Motherfucker
[Chorus: x2]
Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)
So all that y'all can do is hate it
None of these wannabes really come close
I feel like I'm watching the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
Everybody know this brother got it
Way before everybody and their mother got it
They still wonder how he sound like he do
If I was you, I'd want to sound like me too
'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right
But they not me
They hear how I spit it on a station
Now they want to put me on they singles just to get an imitation
No, I can't make an appearance
Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
I'm what your label hoped it could be
That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real
y'all trying to be like me and be like ill
[Chorus: x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
I'm real
It's the way I talk, the way I walk
It ain't my fault
I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me
'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
Like I'm scared to drop at the same time
I'll show you how to do this young'n
I ain't frontin'
These Jordan's ain't comin'
It ain't nothin'
Keep the complaints comin'
Can't hop on my bandwagon
Jump in my blue flames
You should not try, you are not I
It's the dude with the Grammy grin
It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin
So won't the real Fabolous please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up
[Chorus: x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
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Fabolous | Next Generation | /f/fabolous/next+generation_20428643.html | [Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas
[Hook]
[R.C.]
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
[Fabolous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S
[Hook]
[Fortune]
It's time to separate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
[Remy Martin]
why'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
want to give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
[Hook]
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Fabolous | No Need For Conversation | /f/fabolous/no+need+for+conversation_20717252.html | Uh feels good
If it feels good don't even fight it man
You know?
Yeah man
Real Talk Of New York
Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur
So they wanna (pause) the door
Chicks come around and put kisses on the jaw
So I ain't a player that need assistance to score
Any misses you saw
Climb on the couch kicked off the Christian Dior
I done popped 'till I sweat a Christ in a pore
But I do it again if you missed it before
Its no big deal
I'm so big wheel
In them little cars with those big wheels
With a little box full of those big steels
Pretty little chicks in those big heels
For me it never gets old
Most girls is diggers who ain't goin' never hit gold
I get under the sun when the weather get cold
8 ball five when the seven gets old
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
Now see you the type ta
Get too hyper
Maybe cause your chick like me
But I'm a black card swiper
That just pipe her
And you don't give a like me
They say I'm the sickest since Carter dropped
So girls jump to it with Vince Carters hops
Its the truck with the twenty inch startin' stops
That have 'em not knowin'
Whether they stayin' or goin'
They stare at the Airs and be sayin' it glowin'
And they like my style and the way I be flowin'
But that's when I bud in and say that I'm blowin'
Now you could make the choice if you stayin' or goin'
Girl
We could go any place in the world
And the jet hold twelve so theres space for ya girls
Nobody in the street gonna hear
That you givin' forty thousand feet in the air
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
Most of these tag a longs
Brag on songs
But can't keep it up like a Baget thong
Keep frontin' like you spend
While ya pockets get lighter and lighter like Michael's skin
On the other hand
I'm the kind of brother man
With fifty thou of ice just up on the hand
Bentley bright and rocky covered band
And a zone that'll tell the time in another land
Girls spread they legs same day I bagged 'em
Its the Mustard Gut, Mayo Magnum
In the twenty twos with the butter knife shine
That's why every body and they mother like mine
I rarely be
Where the willies be
There ain't been a dude this smooth since Billy D
Girl you need to make your move
The ego is what (pause) the Lakers groove
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
Hey hey stop that mama
Can't you see that I'm a East Coast stunna
Hey hey you must misunder-stand
I don't spend all to bend that over
Hey hey
Why you lookin' like that for?
I'm done you can run no need for conversation
Hey hey hey hey
No need for conversation
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Fabolous | Now Ride | /f/fabolous/now+ride_10112192.html | Yeah, yeah (haha) haha
Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh
Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page
Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age
Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage
When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige
Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage
And it's funny how a few bucks can
Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan
It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death
We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest
I don't know you, please move to the left
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)
Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)
This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it
Why why'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!
[Chorus]
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) why'all know Street Family gon' (ride)
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) why'all know Street Family gon' (ride)
Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer
Worryin bout, who say that saw ya
Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block
Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas
I'ma boss, that you can never upstand
Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can
Some of why'all caught feelings from way back
Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach
But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey
Still tucking and letting the fo' spray
Still ducking where ever the po's lay
And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!
...And I know Fed's seen
The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean
why'all love the way I are-I-D-E
Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Now What | /f/fabolous/now+what_20288468.html | Uh, they call me G H E T T O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Ha, ha, who could fuck around? Huh? Uh
I bet you look at things from a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective and make sure the legs
That he used to walked with is defective
All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive
Nigga, I'm in a aqua five with a button
That make the roof flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast and get these bitches
To open they legs wider than a field goal post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
The hydro combined with the chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly and cops search me
For weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
Bitch, it's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka
Yeah, ghetto, Fab, nigga, uh, uh, Street Family
Uh, pay attention, y'all, please, uh, yeah
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear
Uh, huh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh, huh yeah
Uh, let's get this money, y'all
Let's get this money, y'all, uh, uh, uh
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Fabolous | One Day | /f/fabolous/one+day_20052268.html | It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain
I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine
Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain
Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain
Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained
But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train
Sometimes I ain't see no gain
'Cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains
I was lucky I ain't seized or maim
Get shot or stuck up standin at them see-Lo games
But now shit with these skios changed
I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange
Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain
Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain
Ya'll surprised F-A-be -O's sane
In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes
I'm still here
[Chorus]
My momma used to tell me
"Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen"
Who knew I'd have what it takes,
To be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no
My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared?
'Cause one day it could happen"
I dreamed about this game,
But who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no
I just want some peace of mind
Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine
Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline
I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined
But on a small island, too far for police to find
With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined
I gotta make sure my niece is fine
She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time
Some be like "At least you signed"
But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines
All ya'll can see if every piece be dime
And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime
Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind
It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine
And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind
Hold your head, your stress will cease in time
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wish I could go way back when
I could walk through and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson
Everything was OK back then
Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin
I gotta go back through my ol' way packin
These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons
I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin
But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s
And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin
Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin
These hoes may crack grins
But I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions
If I would've let this flow stay packed in
I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in
For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those
Gray plaques in
Yeah
[Chorus]
One day it'll happen
That One day I'd be rappin
No
One day it could happen
One day I'd be trapped in
No
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Fabolous | Pachanga | /f/fabolous/pachanga_20844343.html | A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
Yo everything ain't love, love cause if it is
My definition of love must differ his
I mean every friendship has its differences
But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif' and his
They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny lil nigga like Eddie Griffin is
Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to live
So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give
We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast
Fifteen years, fifteen years
And now when we say 'what's up' the shit seem weird
But there's a question I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you?
A thug changes
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas , Pa-Pa-Pachangas
There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make friend-emies
There's no remedies for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no cure for the Emmales
Had a crush on you now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more it's no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was Faith
I let you slide in my home, you was safe
I thought my ability to provide you stability
Was what was really G, okay silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street
Really she attract niggaz like the a Milli beat
And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change
Never thought she'd change
But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left
Just niggas with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam)
That's when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was a P.F. chef
Da-Da-Da-Danger, it just feels 'Mystikal'
I miss the cool nights sittin in the Coll-O
Now it's like boo we sittin' in Apollo
It used to be all good then shit just went mile low
And that's bad, matter fact that's sad
Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce
End up watchin' Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see
Most of these niggas ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best friends become strangers
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
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Fabolous | Pain | /f/fabolous/pain_20910266.html | [Fabolous]
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a f-ck
Rather hold my high and die then live and duck
If you're cool being taken down and giving up
Your lifestyle's a blow job, the way you're living sucks!
I done felt pain, waited but no help came
Went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane
You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain
Ever been told "go to hell" and felt flames
The water's to your neck and only gets deeper
It's all down hill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it, be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss, it aint get no cheaper
But there's a man above that we all under bro
No bread truck but he work wonders though!
After you wake up, everything is wonderful
You can overcome anything you undergo
As an artist I'm just tryna paint the perfect picture
But see where tryna wait for somebody that's perfect gets you
That usually lead to nothing like virgin kisses
And I be tryna cut, surgeon bitches
Dreams of splurging riches, pretty but curvy misses
Chef to serve the dishes, driving to swerve the ditches
I'm just another kid on the purple wishes?
And the streets is tough, on the verge of viscious
So I sold weed and crack, business
That white girl helped a nigga, Fergalicious
But getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses
So when you killin' shit watch out for the murder witness
An old head told me, let nothing disturb your business
Beef is only good when you in the burger business
So I chilled, but loaded up the steal
Like I wish a nigga would, But I know a nigga will
But for real you loaded up to kill
Cause soon as a nigga could the sooner a nigga will
And I don't owe these niggas nothing
Put that in a nigga will
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Fabolous | Phone Numbers | /f/fabolous/phone+numbers_20910268.html | You(x12)
[Fabolous - Intro]
Y'all niggas better stop playin with me
Y'all know ya aint bout that life
"SOUL tape"
Niiiccee
[Chorus:]
I'm callin them out
I got they phone numbers (x2)
When that money callin everything gon on hold (x2)
[Fabolous - Verse 1]
I'm having doubts, what they really believe
Starting with these Stefan Urquelle, who really be Steve
Photoshop don't make it better, it really deceive
Long hair don't care, but it really be weave
Lets get back to this real shit
That life, I'm bout
Anytime that I'm out, I keep ballin like there's no time out
On the kush I'm stoned out
On you haters, I zone out
Y'all opinions don't make me money
So what yall thinkin don't count
I mean the nerve of these niggas giving me attitude
When I be serving these niggas
You rappers platter food
[Chorus:] (x2)
[Verse 2:]
Saying they overrated is a understatement
Them niggas is broke, look like they under maintanence
They rapping bout mansions, but from they momma's basement
Swear they in phantoms, but drive a honda station
Lets get back to this real shit
Stay away from that counterfeit
That fake-it till you make-it life, really don't amount to shit
Talkin never bothers us, sometimes it do bore me
So if ya makin movies, hope it based on a true story
Freck said "nothings worse than a rich hater"
When money call, pick it up n call that bitch later
[Chorus:] (x2)
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Fabolous | Racked Up Shawty | /f/fabolous/racked+up+shawty_21040446.html | Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
Meek Mill
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out fuck a bitch til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out and my pockets all in Jay Stack house
Cus I balled hard I'm swag out all black Maybachs out
Ya niggas just spit shit and I live the shit that I rap bout
See these racks came from my crack house dirty money like diddy
Hammers niggas aint never seen got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy tell them hoes that I'm ballin
I done fucking not answered now why this hoe keep callin
Ya niggas be frauding acting like Yo Gotti
That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off in my pocket
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
Fabolous
My shoes cost me a rack, my outfit off the rack
My presidential Rolly, I'm callin that Ba-rack
Damn I meant Barack too much Ciroc
Wont catch me in that passenger that's word to Pac
That's word to Big rest in peace to the legends
Kill niggas for acting rest in peace to them legends
Catch me in that Aston I'm what's up fuck askin
They talk behind my bitch back they must have seen her ass then
From H-Town like the Astros scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no aspirin like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down going down, know I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks, I'm
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
French Montana
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday, black Mac, poppin Spades black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease made 250 this week
Baddest bitch all in her ballin bitch sports center
Ass fat can't sit straight ballin like Griff, Blake
Chain blue and white Penn State touring off a Mixtape
Racked up shawty chain bout 40
Came in with one bitch left out with 40
Shout my homey Meek Mill shout my homey Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill and I aint trying to brag hoe
That Coke Boy that Maybach that Bad Boy that stay strap
That Ghost fuck that Maybach baddest hoes say that's that
Chorus
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up shawty x2
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Fabolous | Rap City Freestyle | /f/fabolous/rap+city+freestyle_20717308.html | Don't get much slicker than fab I strap up with the eagles
Throw bullets just as quick as a man
Flicker or jab quicker than ash
Any chick that I stab says she can feel a dick in her ass
It's a like it or not thing they like how the watch bling
And I got cars like micheal has got rings
Might spice a chicken like she a hot wing
Never tell her to bounce like if she got springs
Nicks talk slick on the mic to the shot spring
And I holla fly like I Got wings
Cops wanna see this man
Flash my picture ask my neightbous did they see this man
Lemme take a long breather
Before I be on the inside telling my story to don diva
That's why I gota lawyer that Don't please my case
Walk even if the judge id my face
Got a problem that my cars couldn't Rebitrace
And a problem with playin jus cuz I Need my space
With a hong chong ckick
The green and gold bronze on that'll make the bishop don juan sick
I done too much to get this three hundred
Nigga this Yankee cost some big franky's
That's why I'm so slick and gravy
Slick and gravy mixed with oh yeah
Probably seen me on saint nicks on Broadway
Lookin for some chicks in broad way
But I'm not a brooklyn rapper starring for a tape on recap
The boy gets some paper when he raps
And I keep a down ass chick straight on her knee caps
To keep the family business confidential
Chick looks pretty in the continental
You kno what the man do its Monumental
The way I be stitchin on em
I'm like a hustler in the 80's when the dude saw the sticthin on em
I'm in the seven jeans with the orange stichy on it
One of em t-shirts with the bigger picture on em
I'm too big man And I'm so Brooklyn
The name is just enough to get your throat token
The real talk new york is holding the toast tighter
I'ma ghostwriters for ghostwriters
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Fabolous | Rap City Freestyle (05.07.07) | /f/fabolous/rap+city+freestyle+050707_20956365.html | [4 Fizzle:]
Be clear you already know what it is
Meanin the booth is alive and well
4 Fizzle my man Fabolous right now
Paul Cain hes in the building
Street Fam
Its about to go down
Fab please please bless it
[Fabolous:]
Yes sir
Got my homie Paul Cain in the house
You know what I mean?
Reppin that Street Fam
You know how we do
Check it out Yo
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Straight out of Brooklyn a baby mama snatcher named Ghetto
Invisible set glow
Full clip to let go
Back in the metro
Fresh off the jet though
Fifty grand richer from a thirty minute set show
Gangsta but i'm the flyest you ever met ho
Button up etro
The Air Jordan Retro
Million dollar neck row
Got homie upset so
Now I get the bank and make them petty dudes bet mo'
Told you from the get go
Ya'll can't deny it
I just supply it
For those who buy it
Now I ride by it
It might start a riot
Chicks won't quiet
Long enough to try it
Dirt they throwin' mud slides on my name
They never seen this kind of stud size in a chain
I analyze that like i'm Billy Crystal
I'm forced to move around with this nine milly pistol
[4 Fizzle:]
What more do we need to say man?
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Fabolous | Ready | /f/fabolous/ready_21054719.html | And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, you're so heavy
She ready, I'm ready
I hear if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
Call you when I get there, you just get your shit wetty
Oops I mean your shit ready, can't believe I said that
Least you know where my head at, now shorty where your head at
She gon' dive in head first, school me like the board of ed
She do it then we do it so she can say she thought ahead
Laid up in that all day, can't get out that waterbed
Talk nasty for ya boy, silent treatment for the feds
No cup for the thirsty, she bad as controversy
Skin-tone like Hershey, body Lord have mercy
Yeah if this thing were a car, it'd be a Lamborghini Mercy
Maybe I'm too fast, girl say she
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, you're so heavy
She ready, I'm ready
Talkin' 'bout you born ready, talkin' 'bout it's on deck
Talk a good one on text, you say you 'bout it I'm gon' check
I put some kisses on neck, let me warm that engine up
Relax when the tension's up, girl you just call your nigga up
And I pop up in that all black and kill that
See I'm dressed appropriate, you got to feel that
Feel that? (I feel that)
That's that love comin' down
For the brain, I'm dumbin' down, we on swole when she come around
Need ice to numb it down, night stick to beat it up
Rodney King that teen girl, can't we all just get along?
You could get along, you already know, but is you ready though?
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, you're so heavy
She ready, I'm ready
If you are a bad one, be ready (Be ready)
Two times for my niggas, we ready (We so ready)
Pretty ladies in the V.I. and they ready (They so ready)
I'm feelin' good, chillin' good, I'm ready (I'm ready, yo)
Left a girl in the back, she ready (She so ready)
We don't know how to act, we ready (Cause we're ready)
And we can't wait to get home (If you're ready, come on)
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, you're so heavy
She ready, I'm ready
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Fabolous | Renegade | /f/fabolous/renegade+feat+paul+cain_20308043.html | Uh, you think I give a fuck about
What these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus
I ain't mad at when it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin'
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin'
Some where rhymin', or somewhere climbin'
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these grease balls, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, 'cause the cometary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record
And the girls more than like you, when you running around
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin' on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin'
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through
How these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans
Like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me
If one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flippin' and pitchin'
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
Nigga you know and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin' on instrumentals I clap
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a rat
'Cause if you don't show loyalty
Then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason and just when I'm leavin'
You don't know me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even, blow
And the bad part about it is man
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin' fun
Man I ain't even tryin' man
Desert Storm's youngest and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue, holla at cha boy, Skatin' Dolla
Duro, it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"
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Fabolous | Respect | /f/fabolous/respect_20052288.html | Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggas gon' make me one
For real, leave me alone, shit
You fucking with the wrong one brother
I'm telling ya
I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about killing ya
With machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
Putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggas anatomy
And watching him die slow
You need full clips to push up in the joint
When you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
'cause theses motherfuckers will push him to the point
That you'll end up locked down doing push ups in the joint
But they'll box you in the corner
And you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
Ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
Till there's a murial on your block and some candles
Who want to die?
[Chorus:]
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't want to kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'cause I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respect
My Teflons will have you screaming like Wyclef Jean (someone please call
9-1-1)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm
I'ma have more bury than that guy Stephon
First they put that white seed over you brother
Then the newspapers put you all over the cover
Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
Next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greaving
When you pull the marijuana
I'ma want to kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
But I'm loosing my patience
Fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm saying prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs going into me
I'm just trying to live my life
So niggas better give me my respect or give me life
[Chorus]
Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it,
Niggas will push you to that point man
Niggas will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you want to kill a nigga man
Yea
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Fabolous | Ride For This | /f/fabolous/ride+for+this_20052269.html | [Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha, yea
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Holla back nigga
(yea, uh, yea)
Irv gotti
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
(run'em down nigga]
[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave y'all there till the coroner or the law show up
I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop?, I rob you, ice your roll up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure 'dro up, stroll the floor tore up
The difference between fab and y'all, after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up
I see four blow up
Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What y'all know bout head till a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
You know who done it now, few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It's like a few hundred thou
When we run up this guns to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where y'all at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where y'all at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at
[Fabolous]
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents
Sitting on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents
Niggas is looking at the chain cause they eyes squint
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Them guys will sprint
Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since
Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' since
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
These niggas don't believe, then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment
I'm the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
One single, had to tint the yellow range out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s)
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Sickalicious | /f/fabolous/sickalicious_20052289.html | [Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pulling up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucker
Lay flat sucker
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money! Yeah!
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Hey! Now get that money, keep them rims spichey!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tight!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious right.
If you a hater make my gun go (Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B-O-L-O
You-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)
[Missy Elliott]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Special Delivery Freestyle | /f/fabolous/special+delivery+freestyle_20717257.html | [Fabolous:]
Yeah please believe it
Believe it please
Ghetto fuckin' Fab
Niggas yeah yeah yeah uh yeah yeah Street Family
Brooklyn we back
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It wont stop 'till these young cowards bleed
So if you see the kid spittin' shells it ain't 'gon be sunflower seeds
Ya rims are too small rocks are too little
When ya talk to birds and rats like Dr. Dolittle
I barely reloads
I got those
Slugs that'll hit you in different area codes
Keepin' mine homie
I ain't Scarface I'm the quiet dude that creep behind Tony
I do it for fifty thousand
I'm the kid involved with more projects than New York City Housing
I get in ya girly's hiney
Cause they ain't seen the Jordans on my feet since the early ninetys
Since Box Beamers
I been bustin' on chick's faces 'till they look like they covered in Noxzema
I'm still be stashin' the sket
Even after my soundscan numbers look like the national debt holla
[Fabolous:]
Uh yeah uh
Fabolous, Desert Storm
Please believe it
Believe it please
We here now
Yeah uh
[Dj Clue:]
Dj Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do
Stadium...
Part 2 motherfucker
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Fabolous | Stay | /f/fabolous/stay_20844347.html | [Chorus]
I've got some things to say, oh
Please don't go, oh
So don't you turn away, oh
Please don't go, oh
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
My daddy left me, and he ain't even die
So when he did go, I ain't even cry
I had reason, but that ain't even why
How could he have failed if he ain't even try
I ask no questions, I ain't even pry
Truthfully I wanted to I can't even lie
Like a canceled flight, that ain't even fly
To just walk away, like you ain't even my
Like, like, like I ain't even your
I cant even say it, I ain't even sure
He shoulda gave me everything and left me even more
But he left me without saying what he was leavin' for
And that's when I became a man
And that's the day he stopped bein' one
This year I became a father
And I'm a die bein' one, whats up son
[Chorus]
I have nightmares of me not bein' round
He took his first steps and daddy couldn't be in town
Daddy's entertaining everybody
But missed out when it came to trainin' for the potty
I give a fuck about hip-hops new beef
I was more excited when my son grew teeth
So I same the problem
Of the famous stardom
Just like Em and Haily
Just like Game and Harlem
Weezy's at the awards with Miss. Carter
Nah not his date, i'm talkin' bout his daughter
Now that's stuntin' like your daddy
Cause its crazy when you wanna be nothin' like your daddy
And if you never been a man
That's the day you start bein' one
This year I became a father
And I'm a die bein' one, whats up son
[Chorus]
So hear the truth remain to let me go
I wont hold that against you, I moved on
Just look what I become since you been gone
Now don't you turn away, oh, please don't go
Here's what I got to say, oh
Please don't go
oh why'd you go away, oh
Please don't go
I needed you here to stay, oh
Please don't go
I cant believe this day, oh
Please don't go
[Chorus]
Why did you leave me?
Tell me why you don't care
Daddy tell me why did you leave me
Why you don't care?
Tell me why did you leave me
Daddy tell me why you weren't there
Why did you leave me?
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Fabolous | Straight Spittin | /f/fabolous/straight+spittin_20634460.html | "straight spiitin"
fabolous
desert storm
please believe it
believe it please
Fabolous
brooklin we back
Fabolous:
i cant deny it
u a dick rider
u can never flow like me
blow like me, y would a bitch like ya?
when they can see that I'm a fucking rider , u a hitch-hiker
u never seen a coup that gone a-robbin
the dealer says the same beamer bond was driving
2-20 on the z-a dash
when the 3-a flash
turn ur brains to a v8 splash and ur body
with this lifestyle poster style
I get right like a lifestyle poster child
niggas in the game as haggy
when u put the heat to him they talk the same as shaggy "it wasn't me "
nigga u cant even think a freestyles on ur own
got 911 on speedial on ur phone
still nuttin
i roll for thous now
got every ghetto girl going crazy
thats too old for bow wow
yo
I got the feds in paranoia
I'm the only kid that come to court in a pair of nikes
with a pair of lawers
who murders wen they walk
Have witness sayin duh-duh-duh-duh to nervous to talk
Ship niggas is opposed
To put insurance on their bitch
cuz now i ship niggas for their hoes
only take 5 of these spraid
After I roll up behind you like privacy shades
All y'all could do is look at my studs and shiver
Or be rocking my watch
At the bottom of the Hudson River
Want to get me for my dough then fine
But u better be a model for a bullet proof clothin line
You'all see the size of the bags that my dope be in
Got niggas pockets lookin like Ethiopians
You broke niggas could be fixed and
I'm the reason ain't no original and the already talkin REMIX
Paul Cain:
It's Paul Cain season again
I'm like a 2k pee-wee kirkland
study old-timers learn to put easy workin
Know these niggas wanna see me hurtin
That's what would get them shot poped up with the D.E squirt gun
Still focused on flippin them packs
Cop the ESCALADE on 20's with the system in back
Come thru gucci jeans suits fisherman hat
Why the white ubs Double G stiched in the back
Since half y'all haters learn the aim able to stear
handle the wheel like NASCAR racers
I'm 5'7 tower over every oppenent
Ask CLUE where he got the title HEAVY COMPONENTS
Quietly I'm the best in the game
I'm never changin my image juz adding specs and a chain
And y'all niggaz know it's on for life
PAUL CAIN, FABOLOUS, CLUE DESERT STORM for life
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Fabolous | The Bad Guy | /f/fabolous/the+bad+guy_10112181.html | [Pain In Da Ass]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
'Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?
[Verse 1]
I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home ??? two way contact for Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, be -O, L-O, you-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
[Pain In Da Ass]
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Good?
[Verse 2]
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'm a just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
[Pain In Da Ass]
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ???
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through
[Verse 3]
Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas ???, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
'Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong
Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
[unknown] guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy
[Pain In Da Ass]
Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection
(Gun Shot)
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Fabolous | The Get Back | /f/fabolous/the+get+back_21074481.html | [Intro:]
Who wanna bet us that they can't fuck wit us?
Stack cheddar forever, live treacherous, solely etceteras
Til the death of us, me and my confidents
We shine, we make the ambiance, you niggas just rhyme
You lil niggas need guidance, you barkin up the wrong trees
Pissin on the wrong hydrants, I'm a high fence
I grew up round violence, you grew up playin violins
In yo hood silence, where I'm from silence
[Verse:]
They just killed this vibe, they just killed this vibe
There's something bout killing shit that makes us feel alive
We feed off yo energy, we see you on that Kenny G
Just do in yo own harm, do yo thing my nig
Whenever you will not keep to that mighty nyc
We gon check that name you claim
Bring yo job and id
We take it the wrong way, all gold everything
One gold watch, two gold chains, give me all those, everything
Yall don't wanna pump heads, ocho, Evelyn
Them boys will leave you butt naked
And the mall closed and everything
The streets is watchin aksin if you gon reply to them
Seem like yall woke up sleeping giants, Eli and Em
[Hook:]
A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
[Verse:]
I'm like Nino with the uzzi back of the motorcycle head
Until you're back at them Italians who killed Keisha at the wedding
I'm like dope boy lookin for Ricky's killer
One last soldier, niggas who turn they backs on me
Turn yo punk ass over
Yall smoke my smoked my cousin Harold
Now I'm in a Camaro
Love and happiness playing, me and my dog with a double barrel
38, 40 belows, live or die motherfucker
I'm Pac, ride or miss, riverside motherfucker
Get back, everybody better get back
To my niggas in the jet black
For the seats let back on yo jet back
If you're a gambling man you could bet that
It's a sure thing, not just a New York thing
A rich or a poor thing
It's a lace yo boots, pull yo draw string, who wanna go to war thing?
It's a who gon protect your thing?
Who really wanted morphine?
Put legends in coffins
It's a bullet holes in the door thing
It's a nobody, sure things
Street cold, not a Lord thing
It's kids that wasn't taught things, old ladies like poor thing
Poor thing, to get back is important
Poor thing, for the dead homies we pour pain
Like what you sayin while it's cocked back to em
Guess what goes around comes around, got back to em
[Hook:]
A major comeback but from a minor setback
But still they know we livin, was thinkin bout to get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
I crack a smile knowing God has a day for me
Until that day comes I slay these niggas faithfully
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
The get back, the get back, the get back, the get back
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Fabolous | Think Y'all Know | /f/fabolous/think+yall+know_10112195.html | Uh, I think why'all know by now it's F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S (uh, yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's ..
[Verse 1]
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's garage is as big as the projs (yeah)
I move from city to city like a nigga at large (yeah)
This move is Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars (woo)
Like you really gon' get me (uh huh)
You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty (haha)
The chilla's wrong with me (uh)
You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me (uh
huh)
I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me (uh huh)
Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me (yeah)
Any bitch that chill her jones with me
End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh)
I got a ziplock the killer grown with me
I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)
Justin a prob give us like he feel I boned Britney (uh)
I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me
YEAH!
[Chorus]
I think why'all know by now that I ain't nothin to be fucked with (yeah)
I think why'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with (yeah)
I think why'all know by now it's F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S
[Verse 2]
I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy (uh)
There's no one else from head to ankle that fly (uh uh)
Who put slugs point blank through that guy (uh huh)
And there's nothin (uh huh) these dudes ain't do that I (uh), can't do at my
(uh)
earliest convenience (uh), your girlie ain't foreseen since (uh)
the feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little
flow (yeah)
They said sounded like the guy who's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)
Personally I think they was reachin a little dough
But now they callin just to get a feature so it'll blow (yeah)
I'm teachin my little bro
to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I'll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh)
Even devil worshippers got up outta the God
I know all you cowards is hard
Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards
With our regards, nigga
[Chorus]
[Fabolous - talking]
Uh, uh, nigga
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for you non-spellin motherfuckers, Street Family
Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
Uh, fuck up, word to Brooklyn
Haha
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Fabolous | This Is My Party | /f/fabolous/this+is+my+party_20052290.html | "This Is My Party"
[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x3]
F-A-be
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2]
F-A-be
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2]
[Fabolous]
Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you want to leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or y'all can stay home
But why would you want to?
[Fabolous]
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Chorus 2: x2]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Fabolous]
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
[Chorus 2]
[Fabolous]
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the sand, clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Chorus 2]
[Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
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Fabolous | Throw Back | /f/fabolous/throw+back_20052291.html | [Fabolous]
Don't try to fuck wit me y'all
Cause you cant
I stay way ahead of the game
Ya know, catch me if you can nigga
Throwback this, throwback that
It ain't where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the reds pete rose when I'm in the 'natti
And [repeat: x4]
You cant see the semi-automatti
When I'm in the chi' you think they ain't that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the st. pats socks
So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on soul train
The bulls, when mike had hair and a gold chain
I get the spirit in St. Louis, how could the god lose
I do back flips in the ozzie cardinals
They love me in Cleveland, every time I travel there
I'm in the Indians or that cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, that kid from brooklyn wear
The vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the bucks and brewers throw backs
[Chorus:]
Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It ain't where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It ain't where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder
Rock the trailblazer warm-up, cause Portland gets colder
And even the pimps be jealous
When I'm in the floor seat at the forum in the m.p.l.s.
And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest
This the rams before they moved to the midwest
When I'm in the bay with it, I don't play with it
I'm in the athletics with the matchin' A's fitted
This ain't even for the minors
Cause they don't know nothin' bout the Joe Montana, 49ers
Seattle, probably heard different rumors
Either about the Payton or the Griffey Jr.
I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway
Or the nuggets that make them yell
In phoenix I do the old suns
Cause the new jerseys is cool, but nothings really like the old ones
Ya know
[Chorus]
In new york what I wear the the club may vary
Mets or Yankees like the subway series
When I'm in Boston I melt the bean
In a hot red Soxs or Celtics green
In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these
In a size 56 Phillies
In jersey I got the nets on
That you can bet on
In d.c. I couldn't pull it
Without the bullets
When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
Them birds know I got the falcons or the hawks on
That peach Tampa bay don't hit the streets too often
Not even Miami could take the heat of dolphins
Ain't no complaints on
When I'm in New Orleans with the saints on
In Houston I pass hoes
In the Astros
In Dallas I always gotta have
The cowboys or the mavs
? to keep it coming, and I'ma keep it coming
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | Throw It In The Bag | /f/fabolous/throw+it+in+the+bag_20844344.html | (You already know what it is),
We got another one boy, (A-T-L),
(Just throw it in the bag)
Whats up Brooklyn, whats up son,
Whats up Fabo, a man, I got that black Amex wit me,
Aka that throw it the bag card, yeah!
Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Yea I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Nigga I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I keep hittin' the baton, Louie Vuttion
Gucci down to her feet, yup just like me.
I'm the one, with them ones.
Fuck the price on the tag
Just throw it in the bag.
Un huh un huh un huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Look at price tags
Where they do that at
Heard that in A-T-L
When I'm in A-T-L
Just ask my baby girl
I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin' so so
An I know JD Well
A couple Benz's, black white gray C.L.
Got niggas lookin' like, did we miss a Mercedes sale?
Don't wonder what I do, just know they pay me well.
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my lady L's
That's the way we feel
Must be nice man
You wit the right man
You ain't gotta price scan, or ask how much
Now what I look like
Son I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like
You get it, cause I got it
I got it, so you get it
In my Miami they say, don't stop get it get it
Mami do the speedie
Daddy do the duffel
Bag full of chips
We ain't talkin' ruffles
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
See I know what I'm a tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
That's the way it suppose to be
A real nigga posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic, its safer to ask it
So dent that nigga, I will pay for the casket
That Remy Mar' got him spittin' plenty bars
Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar
So get with loso
He ain't got to no so
Such a gentlemen dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh you gotta man, well you need a richa one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get you one
Meet me at the register
I'm there on the regular
Them niggas price checkin'
You can help them in a second
As we proceed to give you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed
Shorty just throw it in the bag!
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Just throw it in the bag
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Fabolous | Triple Threat | /f/fabolous/triple+threat_20584173.html | You think that you so fly so come here baby I'm mention you name in the year 2
thou your my baby girl and I wouldn't give it up I can't let us self district.
Baby you A mom mom
Chorus
Ireally hope you love me tonight you going to
Have my baby (My baby) repeat 6X
Girk if you love me hold up you hands like this it the fabolous holla
Your nothing but A triple threatto me now so holla and repeat 2X
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Fabolous | Twisted Freestyle | /f/fabolous/twisted+freestyle_20717300.html | [Fabolous:]
Ya boy is back man
Ghetto Fab nigga
Street Fam
Guess who
Whats hood?
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Nah I ain't slip one bit
But now a days you got to watch who you sip one with
You get the clip one hit
And don't see what they put in the blunt
The newspapers'll have ya face put on the front
Like "He was just in the club gettin' tipsy"
"Then they found him dead and patipsy"
Won't be me tryin' to get me a free fill
While a bitch drop a E Pill
In my refill
I'm supposed to have the toast with me
I can't let 'em get closer than they supposed to be
Nigga fall back
Before you wake up with a body cast on
Face look like you got a hockey mask on
Teflon Don Gotti passed on
You don't want to be who the shottys blast on
Hey kid walk straight pass then say hi
Before your mom be lookin' for a casket to buy
I'm sippin' champagne and swingin' Coronies
I got them bitches them niggas is lonely
These niggas is phonies
I shoot up the club like when Frank Lopez hit them niggas for Tony
Yeah
[Fabolous:]
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
Ya'll niggas don't wanna fuck with the Fam
Get rid of that lame
Get rid of that
We about to girl
We about to girl
Come fuck with this girl
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Fabolous | Up On Things | /f/fabolous/up+on+things+feat+snoop+dogg_20293482.html | [Intro: Fabolous]
Uh, Yeah
Walk with me west coast
Yeah, Uh
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah, Uh, Ride, Ride, Ride, Uh.
[Fabolous]
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change, (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like,
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)
[Fabolous]
c'mon, you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
Cause the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)
[Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
[Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publicly
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west
[Bridge]
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Fabolous | Victory Freestyle | /f/fabolous/victory+freestyle_20717264.html | [Fabolous:]
Yeah Funk Flex, Big Truck Series Part One niggas
Yeah F-A-B-O-L-O-you-S-
I know what they sayin' Flex
The sun can't shine forever
Uh yeah ok, yo
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Now I hardly be parkin' in the pees
Cause the system in the sl make it shake like it got Parkinson's disease
Bout to go back to mark it in the trees
Watchin' out for narcs in the fatigues
And them markings on the cees
Catch me with a bitch in Gucci Parkas and Capris
With a set of full lips and bruise markings on her knees
Ya'll 'gon run to the precinct start talking when I squeeze
So I put snipers on the roof marksmen in the trees
Fuck you I like who write ya shit
With voice command, me and my car talk like Michael Knight and Kit
Ever since they put my face on the screen
Fuck a box and a dash I stash my guns in the waist of my jeans
Niggas start nonsense again
He thinkin' its sweet get shots like you on Insulin
When I pull off the dealers lots no mileage is on it
This bad boy move with guns with silencers on it
[Fabolous:]
Yeah Fabolous
Yeah Yo Flex,
We gotta write Gulliani man (for real)
Make that nigga stop,
Stop lettin' these niggas ride around on minors man
This the Big Truck Series you hear me?
20s and up
Yeah yo yeah
Fabolous the most shady
Yeah
Kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hos
And I rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
[Funkmaster Flex:]
Its goin' down
Funk Flex Big Truck Series Part One
Don't forget
Funkmaster Flex Celebrity Car Show baby
At the Meadowlands Convention Center
September 8 its gonna be ugly
20s and 22s only
As we keep this thing movin' you know what I mean?
Shout out to the Big Dog Record Pool
You know how we get down
Shout out to the Street Prowlers
Yeah!
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Fabolous | Walk In New York | /f/fabolous/walk+in+new+york_20584172.html | All my niggas in brooklyn and ya don't stop
Up town and ya don't stop
Boogie down and ya don't stop
Queens and ya don't stop
Staten isle and ya don't stop
Long isle and ya don't stop
Verse 1:
Yo I'm ridin thsi addiction, yea but it's american made, you know crack rock
magnumheroin laid, yess, interiorsuede pearin them blades 06-07 was the year
they been made I mean L-O-S-O clearly I'm paid, white n' canary's is laid very
ingrade, ya boy be, wearin them shades, tearin them day wit the tape up on the
cesar I aint wearin the fade, ya might catch me in the sharadin lay wit a
pretty hoe, one way outta hand a braids and a video, cooler then the air in
the shade she's a diddy tho and she likes carry and blaze, kinda gritty yo,
stand here and be sprayed hit ya leg and ya make the same screams mason
caragin made, better learn bout homes, I got burn out chrome, use it or lose
it like burn out foams nigga, and you talkin like it somethin new, I just
hopped outta the car that you jumped in to, bitch how you cool as the fella
humpin you? When you know he's turnin back to a pumpkin boo, when the clock
hit fab, it might get the attention that pac shit grab when I caught mcnabb,
but I can tuck the eagle and just rock wit jabs, I'm quick, nigga you would
rather box wit zab, I stay fly they should call me cockpit fab, nigga my swag
is on autopilot, hemmy wit the semi had to auto my shit, flyins first bizz
auto my shit, scream brooklyn wen I win, just like big did it, bentley in the
projects, just like jig did it, nah I'm really the street la familia, ahhh
ahh, I'm killin ya, most know it's loso
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Fabolous | We Don't Give A | /f/fabolous/we+dont+give+a_20052274.html | Sick motherfuckers!
Go head, throw up nigga
Yea yea OK, I know you
I know, I know
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I don't front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin' wit hate cancer
[Chorus]
Say wha' you wanna say, talk wha' you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck!
Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck!
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin' in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin' the armor
For niggas who supposed to be drama
I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sauna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I hit the ? wit the scandals
Cause its all bullshit my attorneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin' like candles
Rippin' down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea
[Chorus]
I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas dont hate havin', just others that have
I still got love for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin' money
And gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordan's in the colors I have
I used to run from under covers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you live its luck nigga
[Chorus]
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Fabolous | We Here | /f/fabolous/we+here_21098983.html | [Intro: Fabolous]
Sometimes I just look em in the eyes and say, we here
[Hook: T-Pain]
Take the good, the bad, all we had
We here, we here, we here, we here
We laugh, we cry, we gon' defy
We here, we here, we here, we here (Put em up)
Yeah we here, we here we here, we here we here
We here, we here we here, we here we here
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Always in attendence, even when I'm absent
Haters see you present, try to leave a nigga absent
Fishes on my ride, kleenex golds, that's in the cabinet
Shorty in my ride but she should be in a pageant
Hello this is Erica, should be miss America
We be in them foreign cars that make you miss America
Probably wasn't meant to be, fuck it though, we here
How I feel mentally? Don't stay broke, repair
Make they note, [?] year, ain't no turnin' me down
I'm turnt up, we turnt up
Take it to another level, even when you at the top
That's that Kobe system, we going over the top
[Hook: T-Pain]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
We here forever though, y'all here for never though
Hating is beneath me, I say that's the Devil yo
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven yo
All got our own cars, we ridin' together though
Shout out DJ Khaled, we the best currently
Money ain't shit, respect is the best currency (niiice)
Now you can cash that around the world
And you could flash that around a girl
[Pre-Hook: Fabolous]
When you down, you can't go but one place
And that's up, and that's up, and that's up, and that's up
I done lost and got back, but we here and we like
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
[Hook: T-Pain]
[Bridge: T-Pain] (x2)
You gon' be good, I'm gon' make sure of that
And I'm gon' be there where I should be at
You got me, whenever, whatever, whoever, I'm ready for you
You got me, however, now or never, baby I can't ignore ya
[Hook: T-Pain]
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Fabolous | What Cha'll Want | /f/fabolous/what+chall+want_20717262.html | Yeah yeah
(What it look like Clue?)
Fresh off the hiatus
(Brooklyn what it look like baby?)
Hi haters
(Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead)
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Its the capital L-capital O- capital S- capital O-
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
[Verse: Fabolous]
I got a swag like the hustlers from Harlem had
I'm blowin' on a drag like Marley had
The bitches that I bag be Barbie bad
Not to exag
The brains like a Harvard grad
You can't rob him
Unless you got a Carbon Mag
Its not a problem
Puttin' you in a garbage bag
Try to bob him
Just like you Marvin Hagg
You can't mob him
Unless its for a autograph
I ought to laugh
Like ha ha ha ha
I'm in a Jay-Z edition Otto ma ha ha ha
New Blue Yankee Rich Yung long John
Red Monkey Jeans this shit from Hong Kong
I'm long gone
[Fabolous:]
Clue let a nigga get his breath man
Yeah
What it look like Brooklyn?
I got some bars for ya
I got the finance to crush him
5 grand to hush him
Niggas talk the shit its my chance to flush him
My fans'll brush him
My mans'll rush him
Imagine if I would've used my hands to touch him
Who want it with I
You run with the guy
That's like suicide you wanted to die
Two gun if you lie
Few done it like I
Its three to look at the coupe its two hundred to buy
Yeah I'm big with the bittys
Do it big in the city
Without Jigga or Fitty
Or Biggie or Diddy
I show niggas no pity
Just figure they dritty
Send sac with the forty made me way with the fitty
They'll be gunnin' and buckin'
You'll be runnin' and duckin'
Hopin' none of 'em get ya
Its like dope when it hit ya
With the scope I'm a split ya
Send the pope to be with ya
Still you'll need doctors to open and stitch ya
Its ya boy
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Fabolous | What's My Name | /f/fabolous/whats+my+name_20717311.html | [Fabolous:]
Loso Loso Loso
Nigga tell him whats my name
Loso Loso Loso
Bitch tell him whats my name
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I come from the streets where the man stand hungry
And you see the diamonds on this man hand chunky
So I gotta come with the heat like Stan Van Gundy
Cause I eat more in a day than a man can monthly
Niggas didn't act funny growin' up
But things changed when the crack money slowin' up
In the black Bentley with black twentys showin' up
Its hard for a nigga not to get into they feelings
I'm tryin' to show 'em how to get into the millions
Trips to Rio'll make 'em get into Brazilians
You keep followin' a snitch nigga lead
When its time of the month though bitch nigga bleed
The red light on the Mac switch niggas speed
Gun shots'll have 'em dashin' a hundred meters
Nah they ain't stashin' a hundred either
They just on Smack flashin' a hundred heaters
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Chit chat
I ain't wit that
But I could still bag 'em
In the Magnum
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
I said chit chat
I ain't with that
I rather ride gently
In the Bentley
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Now everytime ya think ya out they pull ya back in
Pull the Mac-10
With bullets packed in
I pulled it back then
Da da da da da
And these niggas have been miserable
Its hurtin' 'em all to see me in physical
With a grin visible
I like my position
Its like a magician
A finger snap'll make a nigga invisible
POOF! Fabdini The Great
Who else go to exotic dealerships grab 'Ghinis and skate
Niggas can't get the dimes or the nickels to sale
Put the sour to the bottle like its pickles for sale
I get money so the bitches gonna chase ya'll
They can see somebodys riches in the place ya'll
I get 'em
Before they snitches in the case ya'll
They face'll have more stitches than a baseball
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Chit chat
I ain't wit that
But I could still bag 'em
In the Magnum
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
I said chit chat
I ain't with that
I rather ride gently
In the Bentley
Please tell 'em whats my name
Somebody tell 'em whats my name
[Fabolous:]
And thats what it is man
F-to the A-B-
A.K.A. Loso
Ya'll know who I'm with right?
Street Fidadidadam
I'm just tryin' to motivate niggas you know?
Its all motivation baby
You see all this?
Its all motivation
I think I'm gettin' kind of hot too
Maybe its me like
Like maybe I'm just doin' all this shit for nothing like I don't know
You know what I mean?
I mean its cool
Its all cool man
Niggas wanna do shit holla man
But right now its all about the F-A-B-
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Fabolous | Wolves In Sheep Clothing | /f/fabolous/wolves+in+sheep+clothing_20902350.html | [Intro]
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]
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
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Face To Face | 1,000 X | /f/face+to+face/1000+x_20052368.html | i've tried to ask the question must be a million answers that just aren't
there you try to find yourself i'll try to live my life i just don't care take
a look at your life tell me can you say you've done no wrong? ask yourself the
question do you realize where you belong? i've been down i've been out i've
been there i've been down this road a thousand times nothing ever looks the
same it seems there's something more i might never see
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Face To Face | 14 Hours | /f/face+to+face/14+hours_20149790.html | 14 hours to go
And the waiting's almost done
When I get back home
You're going to be the only one
Staring at the lights or staring at the sun
Everyday another fight or ill to overcome
Another day another place
Forgot the name but not the face
I've been away for too long to remember
14 hours to go
And the waiting's almost done
When I get back home
You're going to be the only one
Suspended animation countdown has begun
Hurry up and wait for all of the things that must be done
It doesn't matter what state I'm in
They've all been waiting so let's begin
I know that when I'm back I'm going to miss it
I hate it when someone complains about their life
So I hope you know exactly what I'm saying
You won't get what you want without a sacrifice
Just be careful what you wish for you might get it
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Face To Face | Best Defense | /f/face+to+face/best+defense_20052346.html | you haven't heard a word of what i said i'd give anything to get inside your
head you act as if there's nothing left to say i guess everything is easier
that way i know that you don't want to think about it anyway i won't let you
hide from this even with your best defense you can't deny the way you feel
about me i know you think about it all of time but there's nothing left to
make you change your mind i know you think you're doing what is right but
you're acting on frustration out of spite and i don't want to say another word
to start a fight and if you're so convinced that we're so wrong you're still
standing here where you've been all along it doesn't make much difference
where we think that we belong
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Face To Face | Big Choice | /f/face+to+face/big+choice_20052297.html | Big lies
Surprise
You've thought of everything
It builds your character you know
No way
Ok
So what's the price you pay?
Too late to realize you're broke
Do you think that everything worked out?
It's good to see you've finally made it
Can't you see you're lying to yourself?
But this was all your choice
Do you think it makes a difference now?
But this was all your choice
It's good to see it hasn't changed you
You've tried
Denied
Can't win at everything
It's building character you know
Don't wait
Too late
You've got a choice to make
It's time to do what you've been told
Aren't you glad that everything worked out?
It's good to see you've finally made it
Can't you see you're lying to yourself?
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Face To Face | Bikeage | /f/face+to+face/bikeage_20052298.html | Running out of time again
Where did you go wrong this time?
When your problems overwhelm you
Go get drunk it's party time
Take a Quaalude, relax your mind
Relax your body too!
Run from problems but
You'll never get away
No one loves you,
And you wonder why?
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
And when you're on the streets
With a needle in your arm
Selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight
Not me! Running out of breath again
You're an Old Maid, but you're only 15
You're losing your little girl's charm
Cry all night but you'll never get it back
Don't be afraid, it's not too late
Save yourself, I need you here
Wearing off, wearing out
I can't think about this cause it makes me sick.
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Face To Face | Bill Of Goods | /f/face+to+face/bill+of+goods_20156063.html | Try to convince you that you can't live without one
Hey look around man everybody's got one
So hurry up get your dollar bills together
They're going to try and get you something even better
You're not so sure but you heard it's great
You get there first so you won't be late
Everybody else will have to wait in line
I overestimated you
You knew that I probably would
We're so predictable
We've been sold a bill of goods
You want a choice want to make your own decisions
You want to make up the rules and the provisions
And everything is going to be so great
When you're the latest keeper at the gate
Everybody else will have to wait in line
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Face To Face | Blind | /f/face+to+face/blind_20052321.html | What if I'm right and you are wrong?
What if you knew it all along?
What if I figured out that I did not belong?
What if it always bothered me?
What if I never did believe?
Would it be wrong if I decided I should leave?
If I pretended I was blind
And struck it from my mind
Would it still be there?
What if I'd do anything to make it seem all right
It's all right
What if it's all inside my head?
What if those words were never said?
Would it be easier if I could just forget?
What if I didn't run away?
Could it be any other way?
Would it be wrong if I decided I should stay?
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Face To Face | Falling | /f/face+to+face/falling_20052325.html | It's really easy if you try
To tell another hundred lies
But I'm not going down this time
Just when I think I'm over it
It's getting easy to forget
I haven't even faced it yet
I never wanted anyone to be so wrong for you
Stop falling down
I don't have anyone to blame
I can't make anybody change
I guess there's nothing more to say
I never wanted anyone to be so wrong for you
Stop falling down
I won't believe it if you say that you will change
I won't release you from responsibility
I never wanted to come down on you this way
I never wanted
It's really easy if you try
To tell another hundred lies
But I'm not going down this time
I never wanted anyone to be so wrong for you
Stop falling down
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