Breathe Lyrics By Fabolous

WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE

One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE

Return Of The Hustle Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz Beatz over an interpolation of EPMD's "Rampage"]
Record mode! (Record mode!)
Get your money in the air like this (yeah yeah)
FAB TIME~! BK

[Fabolous]
We knock this out homey (yesss)
Street da-da-da-da-damn (yesss)
Ay it's a new year, and I'm back for new money
Just I think I left somethin (JUST BLAZE!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
It's a new year, dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill, yup yup!

[Fabolous]
Yesss - it's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me I'd rather do my lip lashin, when the chips cash in
Then you might see me on the strip flashin
like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
So shiiiiiiit, gettin hit in my leg is like
I mean it coulda been a 2Pac vegas night
Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
"Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin
Hell I'm even, bossin and I left
The money ain't right then I toss you to the left
Yesss, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustle to the death for the F-
-A-B baby, they be lazy
Gucci straightjacket cause I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
This a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos with the paper please

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs, end first time end with "I said"]

[Fabolous]
They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
That's why they money go, quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
You lookin at your new hustle, like your last hustle
Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles
Fast rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin, can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully you're cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don'tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
I'm lovin how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But players don't chase at it baby we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make them move, but I make them holla
This my year, but y'all can help me celebrate
I'm 9:15, that means I'm hella straight
Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs, end first time end with "I said"]

[Swizz Beatz]
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air [2X]
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up [2X]
LADIES~! Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR [2X]
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't need that dough
Nigga you don't need that dough...

Young'n Lyrics By Fabolous

[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh

[Verse 1]

Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, I try to end hoes
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt

[Chorus 1]

Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)

[Verse 2]

I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pot too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue

[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)

[Verse 3]

Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the bulls
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes

[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)

Girls Lyrics By Fabolous

[Hook:]
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world

Girls want to be part of my world

[Verse 1:]
Look, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz i like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then let me see ya hands up
Now

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I like my
In four inch Christian Laboutins
Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my
Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, only got frank and fitty's
Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'll bust out tops
I like my Classy and sassy,
Still know how to be nasty
Like my
Wit' no laws, no flaws
No bra's and no drwaws'
Those yours

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I love Dominicians
And might be stylin' wit' a Italian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the million if they they Brazilian
I'm sailin wit' a Australian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished English
I fly in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous
And this is Tone the ref, let's go

Can You Hear Me Lyrics By Fabolous

[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me

[Fabolous]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And it's fucked up

[Chorus - 2X]

Bad Bitch Lyrics By Fabolous

[Fabolous]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..

[Verse]
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done
It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to G
But you know "Young'n" would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other
Wow! it's a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley
I hope this ain't tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs

[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by

[Verse]
I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome
I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them
I ain't with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most Menage א Trois and lama taje (?)
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon' get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me Two Time Johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's
This brother done had 'em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam
I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES!
It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too

[Chorus]

[Verse]
At the most it'll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I don't care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I ain't know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww)

[Chorus]

Take You Home Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Lil' Mo)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)

You gotta love the way this playa be minglin
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin
The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin
Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know

[Chorus (Lil' Mo)]
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight

[Verse 2]
Allright, okay...
You just gotta stay patient boo
I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station thru
I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
How da hell ??? been tweekin out
How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin dat month
You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck
Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin
I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I think it's just that ladies ??
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy
I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy
And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be witt'em
Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em
I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro
I'll have you sprung fa sho
It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me?

[Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out]

Respect Lyrics By Fabolous

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya

I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin 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
cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin 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 wanna
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 wanna die?

[Chorus]
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck

my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima 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 greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin 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 herre 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 sayin 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 goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz 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..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea

Trade It All Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Jagged Edge)

[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah

You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, it's on

[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all

[Fabolous]
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real

[Chorus]

There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh

[(Chorus) 3x]

Niggaz Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain)

[Intro - DJ Clue]
Yeah y'all
This the Triangle Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
We all "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustlin...
C'mon y'all
Desert Storm

[Chorus - Paul Cain]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga

[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped in my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga

[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now could you hear nigga all in this place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me

[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch, nigga

Ma' Be Easy Lyrics By Fabolous

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 snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' 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 sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit 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 gon' look like she havin' 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 kickin' 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 talkin' private jets, uh

[Chorus]
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' 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 gon' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is detail
In the head rests his t.v'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 knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin

[chorus]

Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something wit two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin' 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 wanna 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 thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami

[Chorus]

Yep, I'm Back Lyrics By Fabolous

Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap

[Verse 1]
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Loso, mo betta (mo betta) Mo cheddar (mo cheddar)
I do the rolls I am not a mo wetta??
Challenge me with the bling these niggas know betta
The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
Hoes betta, have a fall back attack,
come through like a funeral all black on black
couple six deuces, all back to back,
few flyin spurs all back to back
need a 04, 05 dunkin n them
when it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them
naaaah I aint talking donuts
I'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts
You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed
Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and

[Chorus]
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall

[Verse 2]
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo stuntin, (mo stuntin) mo frontin (mo frontin)
How you gettin it homie, show something
You can ask about him, he go hard
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Last time I was seen in a strip club
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club
May I, say I, made a way?
Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away
Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point
Lemme hear em say aah, when he spit to the joint
You gon hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gon'
Come like them dudes came for tony at the Babylon
Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?
The L-O-S-O, I guess no

[Chorus]
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall

[Verse 3]
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo winin' (mo winin') mo dinin (mo dinin)
Slow windin gangstas throw signs and
I cant help that the chain is so shinin
That the shit on my wrist is just co-signin
They don't search us they know we got the flames
But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer
I believe in god, but my true religion
Is stuffin big faces down in these ??
We everywhere you aint never there
New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs
Pushin something we aint got our names on
2 '07's neither one of us is james bond
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
The streets is watchin the hood is lookin
Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm lookin

[Chorus]
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall

Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP

Ride For This Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Ja Rule)

[Talking - 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
Im 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 ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up
Im 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 ya'll, 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 ya'll know bout head til 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 2 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 ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll 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
Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents
Niggas is lookin 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 dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment
Im 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]
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at

Tit 4 Tat Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[scratched] "tit - tit tat"

[Intro - Fabolous (Pharrell)]
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
It's my world! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Ya heard?! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell, ya heard?! Haha!

[Verse - Fabolous]
You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's
Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys
That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it
Now I'm on the move, on the move
Running the City, something like Diddy
At 150, wit the gun and the cd (wow!)
Niggaz who be hunting for biddies
Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do
They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through
They know the way I do is what the AK'll do
Listen here we can disappear for a day or two
Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon!
Like Case say 'Touch Me, Tease Me'
But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy
I'm in the white cut E-Veezy
Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy!

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams]
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!

[Fabolous] Girl move it like! Girl move it like!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like.

[Verse - Fabolous]
You see I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born
Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone
The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em
As soon as they change the shapes I'm in em
The BAPEs they send em wit snake skin in em
To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in em
(Nowww!) I move to left like.. then I move to the right like
They follow the need to follow my lead
Do the do then swallow my seed, like
You can leave the spot you cramped in
Live in the Hamptons like a champion
Refuse to choose the, use the loser
Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya
And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter
If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter

[Chorus]

[Verse - Fabolous]
You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite
The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto
Hello, my name is - fuck that! I'm famous
Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B
I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be
You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me?
Like - get me on or get me gone
It's at least 22's that they sit me on
I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too
Crack the button up so the ice beam through
You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet
Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl

[Chorus]

[Outro - ad-libs]

[scratched] "tit - tit tat"

Not Give A Fuck Lyrics By Fabolous

I'm here to shake up the world...
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto

I'm somethin' like a phenomenom,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma',
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under the doo-rag thick three sixty,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,
I said Okay!

[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck

D-d-d-d-dammit man,
I'm in a throwback so old,
It'll make your grandma glance,
And everybody know, everybody go,
So please, call the stretch ambulance,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
When I pull up like the pamper brand,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a madame from France,
With a ass so big,
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants,
Who else be in New York,
With Miami tans,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
I'm sure this hammer can,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
F-A-B, you preferably,
Don't wanna F wit me,
Please believe it,
I'm definately, as responsible,
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be,
Believe it please

[Chorus]

I'm introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double duces to rent a benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed,
Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Not one of the Jesuses got lemon gems?
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
I prove letting loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Half my roots is Dominican,
Faboloso mi gusto le bengamins,
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him,
Turn to stones like medusa got a glimpse of them,
But right now you can lie and gossip too,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
And right now you can try to prosecute,
But later in you gon die in the hospital

[Chorus]

Right Now & Later On Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Timbaland)

[Timbaland]
Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
[Fabolous]
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous

[Fabolous]
Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my rings borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?

[Chorus]
Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
Shorty when I'm through....
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip Proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)

[Chorus]

Fab's hard to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
(Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"

[Chorus]

[Timbaland talking]
Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us, huh?
I see you comin back to her
Like that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out

The Bad Guy Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Pain In Da Ass)

[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 cell 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, B-O, L-O, U-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'ma 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 daps, 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 on Riker's too long
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
? 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]

Gangsta Lyrics By Fabolous

[Hook]
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo)
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 whoooooooo)

[Verse One]
I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale 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 HAH!)
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

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
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 'cuz 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'
'Cuz 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

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
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 coke, weed, and burners cheap
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know whoooooooo)
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)

[Hook]

[Random scratching until fade]

Make U Mine Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Mike Shorey)

[Fabolous]
Yeah, Uh
I know I make you wanna 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-B, OHH!
You shouldn't of even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex's now, nigga

[Mike Shorey]
I'm the fella that keep em yellin', and it's nothin to get em'
I don't sweat em', that's 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 it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin'
The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in
She won't tell the truth she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth it's the truth I'm speakin'

[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 barley move me
But boy you make me scream like a scary movie(ahhhhhhh)
On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas
And I proved that dude you messed with's a wanksta (Ohh)
Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie
And she ain't fuckin' wit you

[Mike Shorey]
It's a shame you lames
Can't even maintain ya dames
And it's insane the way that she gave me brain
My pimp game's 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
Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man's a basic
See it all in his faces, he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet

[Fabolous]
Bet ya 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 keepin' you in check
Is buyin' you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I, get dome from her
When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle
Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah)

[Mike Shorey]
Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggaz hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
And I'm gettin' a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shorties our relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She 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 hear us, but I wanna make you mine
You know? Haha, yeah

My Life Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Mary J. Blige]
[harmonizing]
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you

[Verse 1 - 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

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint
But since ya'll 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 ya'll 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 ya'll fluent
And ya'll 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]

[Verse 3 - 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, ya'll crackers gonna blame it on strays

[Mary J. Blige]
Cause love is life, and life is livin'
Your very special
[harmonizing]

[Chorus - w/ variations]

[harmonizing]
Me and Fab are very special
[harmonizing]
Me and Fab are very special

From Nothin' To Somethin' Intro Lyrics By Fabolous

Yesssss...

[Intro 2X: Fabolous]
Nigga the slump is over, we winnin again
Bring some money out homey, we spend again
Wipe the frown off shorty, we grinnin again
Did he say again? Yesssss... we winnin again

[Fabolous]
I'm ridin through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin
Me I'm just acknowledgin, with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick, who belong, on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin, but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a fuck, I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar, you might be familiar
with a few faces but they still the nine milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy bruh
I do more than William Bryant, I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not, really the, kid at all
But I hope you get it y'all, I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all
What I don't get at all, is what these critics call
stuntin, don't mean nuttin, they don't live her like they read it y'all
It ain't the car, it's the way it's kitted y'all
Meanin it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang, if not expect this bang
But all this wreckless slang, it don't effect us mayne
They build you up to break you down, it's just like Tetris mayne~!
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal, I is the important deal
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's Jordan deal
I'm young mellow game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nuttin into somethin, you can do it too
This the music that you do it to, 'Lo-so

Po Po Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Nate Dogg, Paul Cain)

[Intro- Fabolous and Cop]
[Cop:] Alright there ah buddy license and registration
[Fab:] Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on?
[Cop:] Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
[Fab:] whats that?
[Cop:] An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
[Cop:] you know how fast you were going?
[Fab:] nah not at all man
[Cop:] you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy
[Cop:] keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
[Cop:] I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel [mumbles]
[Cop:] yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers

[Fabolous]
I wonder briefly
Could it be there's no roof above me
or the 22's underneath me
Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass
Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas?
I'm naturally harassed
And I feel like I'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
For flashin wit his badge
And shining light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case
And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like: the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger...figures

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
I go around the corner what do I see?
Po Po's followin me
Askin for my ID whos car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Trying to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin with me

[Cain]
Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again
They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen
Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID
I don't know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they askin
Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin
Or maybe its my fault
Cause I be out all times at night
Doin shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right
Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up
Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire

[Nate Dogg]
ones for the money and twos for the show
three must be for the motherfuckin po po'
I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
cause they can't see ask (?)
(still some of y'all creepin with the Po Po's
Sleepin wit the Po Po's
Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's
I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's)

[Fabolous]
BITCH!
They gon' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
I'm back in the G-bent
Black wit the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent
The way I ride I know I'm in for a case
But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase
When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle
They probably want to scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest
And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga

[Hook]

[Fab:] Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now
[Cop:] Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy
Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright
[Cop:] Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you around here again. and by the way
I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?

Can't Let You Go (remix) Lyrics By Fabolous

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Homie, I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But this clip on the 16
You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!)
I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
The way you shakin' that ass (No, no, no)

Now there's nothin' in this world that I can't get ya
I can't sweat ya, but I can't let ya
Don't get carried away, I just met ya
Or you can get carried away on that stretcher
And you respect this gangster
When you lookin' at this big diamonds and the
necklace, ain't ya?
Checking the 22s on the Lexus ain't ya?
Peepin' at them black air mex's ain't ya?
Friends would say I'm gassin' ya
Cause there ain't enough room in the coupe for more passengers
But while they feedin' and hatin'
We be leanin' and escapin'
Keep these beats circulating, but you mean I be thinking
Shorty's, a little bit too hype
But if a nigga give her anything
It will be the pipe, and it will be alright
Cause you know the kid will be the type
And do it like Lewinsky, beeyatch!

[Chorus]
Homie, I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But this clip on the 16
You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!)
I don't think you know me (No)
And I don't think I know you (No)
But you lookin' so good
And that's just why I can't let them (No)

You will never step out of line and come out your face
Cause you don't want to see these guns come out the waist
It'll be weeks before your neck come out the brace
Months before the verdict come out the case
When I'm there, the hypno come out the case
Hip hop pops wait for me to come out the place
But you know whenever fellas go through
I'm in the platinum and yellow gold too
I'll always get them girls do the kinky things
When they see the size of the pinky ring
It looks like a bracelet on my finger
Wedding ring in my ear
Earrings on my neck, yeah what you expect
Nigga, I'm something like a pimp
Something about the limp
Before something like I'm pimp
Instead I'm something like a pimp
Cause every thirty days I'm pulling up with something with a tint

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
And I know something that you don't know
Can't nobody stop my nine
Can't nobody stop my shine
Can't nobody stop my grind
And I know something that you don't know
Can't nobody stop my flow
Can't nobody stop my glow
Can't nobody stop my dough

Uh oh, you might see me in Brooklyn
My heed is homie if you ever see me in Brooklyn
Cause my hat is on the top down when I go back
My bulletproof vest on under the throwback
I don't see no other platinum rappers doing good like me in the hood like me
But keep it in the stat for when they pull the rover
You heard what happened the last time they pull me over?

[Chorus]

Baby Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Mike Shorey)

[Intro]
Fab... [5X]
Can you be my B-A-B-Y?

[M.S.:] I'll never call another lover mine

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
And why would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my feet
But only one thing could keep me off the street
And that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y
I can be why you always be fly
And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I...G. was, that's how F-A-B does
We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed
In a V-dub and that's only be-cause

[Chorus: Mike Shorey]
Need someone to be my (baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans
Gonna find someone to be my (baby)
..I see some ladies tonight that should be having my (baby, baby)

[Verse 2: Fab]
After the baby talk, the goo goo ga ga
You like this, that, you do bla bla
Couple good jokes, a few brouhaha's, this how imma do you mama
First I'ma put you on your back
And make you scream out (baby)..just like I put you on the track

Then I'ma lay you on your side
And slowly stroke you while you telling me the way you feel inside
But my sex drive won't make me play you on the side
You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride
And my baby know how to start me up
You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up
And you got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills
I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real
It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple
And won't we make a good...(baby)?

[Bridge: Mike Shorey]
Ooh, if I seem just a bit taken, pardon me
But you're so amazing
I just want us to do this exclusively
Say you'll be my baby

[Verse 3: Fab]
My baby's the only one I bring to the villa
That can get the bling and the scrilla
Girl, I know you smooth enough to spring a chinchilla
And still take a sting of Tequila, the way you swing is a thriller
I'm watchin that like the boxing match in the ring of Manila
I wanna keep it comin like the singles of "Thriller"
I mean if you still uh..my B-A-B-Y

[Chorus]

[Intro: 'til end]

I Usually Don't Lyrics By Fabolous

[Intro]
Uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah haha

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
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 cant come in tomorr
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 and 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 lets rock!

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
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 'sama'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)

[Chorus]

Real Talk (123) Lyrics By Fabolous

[Intro]
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk..

[Verse 1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that
But you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

[Hook 2X]
1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga

[Verse 2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out
Fucka

[Hook]

[Outro]
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk

I'm The Man Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. Red Cafe)

[ad libs for the first 22 seconds]

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dopeman
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
And I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man

[Fabolous - over second half of Chorus]
That's me
The motherfuckin man, 'Lo-so
Due to the present in your past
In present where your man bitch?

[Fabolous]
Yes, I'm the man, yes shorty I'm the man
I'm so fly there's no tellin when I'ma land
You tryin to come up on somethin mami I'm the player
So play the cards you was dealt baby I'm the hand
Young Denzel, I'm the inside man
They open they legs to let me inside man
I work the middle, call it an inside job
The hey mon, I got ten side jobs
The boss man, the ice man and weatherman
The weed man for Redman and Method Man
The dope man, the gun man, the mailman
The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman
Used to spread the white shit like hail man
And I moved more bags than the bellman
Now I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
If you ain't get the message let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!)

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Yeah... I'm the man - yes, shorty I'm the man
Lookin for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginoblis, but the truck is on Kobes
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww man~! There go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin up and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the da-da-da-da-damn
But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am (BITCH~!)

[Chorus]

Get Smart Lyrics By Fabolous

[Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian
Who have the weekend occaison
Sneak in the Days Inn
I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin'
Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in
Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion
Now I just be lookin' 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
'Til I feel like a geinus
Look at it from a playa's postition
I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' 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 wanna 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 wanna 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]
Thses bitches they done got real bad
Cause now I pull out, Leavin'em lookin' like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette
All it takes would hood tutors and some good budda
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 givin' 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 subsitute just for night
class in the CL
Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared
Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR
If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin
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 waxin'
And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes
I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali
And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie
And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL
Dont 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 Brevoort
My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town
My bitches in B-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]

Exodus Lyrics By Fabolous

My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll 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 cuz 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
Cuz 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, Black Ice 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’ thru it
You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk

It's Alright Lyrics By Fabolous

[INTRO: (SEAN PAUL)]
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!

[VERSE 1: (FABOLOUS)]
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear

[HOOK: (SEAN PAUL)]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright

[VERSE 2: (SEAN PAUL)]
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it..
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style
You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it...
'Cause we a tha Boss in it
We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in...
Thats my true callin'
Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it...
Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it.

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3: (FABOLOUS)]
Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green
They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans
They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean
My style excites you, I know what that might mean
Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio
Yo, tryna' leave with your skio
Aye, but its mandatory tho'
Yo' after me let shorey go

But thats another story tho'
But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show
How cool is he?
You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me
You'd rather swim in a pool of pee
Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me
Aye
Yo
But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par
We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr'
It goes

[HOOK]

Breathe (remix) Lyrics By Fabolous

(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)

WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
[Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me

Think Y'all Know Lyrics By Fabolous

Uh, I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think y'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 will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney (uh)
I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me
YEAH!

[Chorus]
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin to be fucked with (yeah)
I think y'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 y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-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

[singing]
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