FABOLOUS – Suicide

Feels good to be back, feels damn good
(“BROOKLYN!!!”) (“Gangsta Grillz you BASTARDS”)
(See don’t consider these niggaz your friends) Uhh
(I mean might not even wanna call ‘em associates)
(I heard y’all that thought we were down)
{“Gangsta, gangsta…”} (It’s like Drama said)
(You’re supposed to do it the right way!)
(What is the right way NIGGA?!)
(Oh I didn’t help the game out? Okay)
(Kill yourself! Out)

Suicide it’s a suicde
How you want it, in the abdomen or back?
Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back
The same niggaz be tryin to collab you on the track (what they do?)
They turn right around and try to crab you on the smack
But through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed (I’m cool)
I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it
Cause when you ask ‘em bout it, they gon’ say they never said it
They know if it’s beef I let the mac-11 dead it
And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it
You couldn’t hear a hotter flow if the devil said it
I walk by ‘em and wink
I don’t feel T-Pain cause I never had to “Buy Em a Drink” (not me)
Double shot of ‘Loso baby I am the drink
Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am the shrink
Oh yeah, I bring ya lady home, but I got the 80 chromed
Niggaz go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes
I know niggaz livin in the feds
Some say don’t look down unless she givin you some head
I’m driven by the bread (yes) my push is the paper (yes)
I roll up like kush in the paper
I gotta be Kobe, you never see niggaz like Smush in the paper
Unless he got pushed in the paper
So my niggaz be on some bullshit, I call ‘em the heat sweepers
They ride around with the street sweepers
They murk you at the Grammys, but to kill you in the street’s cheaper
Either way you six feet deeper
It’s ‘Loso a/k/a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper
King size, Double G gucci sheet sweeper (“Gangsta, gangsta…”)
The kid blow shots, catch me and the kid robot
5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot
Yeah similar to Jason, you point at the guard
You must got an appointment with God
A meetin with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan
Niggaz is food, I got hot plates for hatin
So whne they bring the name up, they gon’ say I came up
That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up
Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up
So you wanna take a shot, nigga best to aim up (aim up next time)
‘Loso top shelf, Nigga I’m the betta liquor
Ain’t goin nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker
I fuck her quick, get her quicker
Ma momma said keep your tongue in ya mouth unless you a letter licker
I’m gettin money bitch, but I ain’t a cheddar tricker
Got the Texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker
As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore
Now I’m fuckin pretty bitches with them good credit scores
Nigga with mental loss, can’t forget I been a boss
Tryin me is like bungee’n with dental floss… fucker!

[Outro]
I mean this is what we do
This is what we do over here y’know? All the time
Y’knahmean? Street Fam
Di-di-di-di-boys, stutter gang
Street di-di-di-damn!
Whatever you wanna call us nigga
Just don’t call us broke – nah don’t do that
That wouldn’t be inappropriate, y’knahmean?
Anything that would be uncivilized
Brooklyn what it look like?
You gon’ look back, look at how good I’m lookin
(Oh yeah) I told y’all I was comin this year man
I gave y’all the forecast, y’knahmean?
I like predicted the tsunami was comin
before the water hit, y’know?
Look on your Chinese calendar, the year of the ‘Loso
Hahahaha, let’s get out of here ‘Los

FABOLOUS – I Don’t See Nobody

Ay you niggaz can’t be fuckin serious man
I see what’s goin on
Niggaz stand out like a bum on the street with his hand out man
I’m right here, it’s ‘Loso, Street Fam
I don’t see nobody [3X]
Nah, I don’t see none of you niggaz man
I think I’m goin blind
I don’t see nobody [3X]
Fuckin Stevie on y’all niggaz
Stop and lean for mine
WHAT!?!
I don’t see nobody [3X]
My bitch is Helen Keller man she can’t see y’all
I think I’m goin blind
I don’t see nobody [3X]
The fuck outta here (we been lookin past y’all niggaz)
Let’s go ‘Loso
When I’m on my grind

Ay y’all, since yay tall, I’ve been like Ray Charles
I don’t see nobody, they all, lay sprawl
whever they may fall, but that’s really they call
Watch the name you say y’all, I may call, back
Once you see that K y’all, they fall, back
I would rather spray y’all than pay y’all back
A nigga got impaired vision, there isn’t
a person who can slow mine, I don’t pay them no mind
I just can’t see it, baby girl I’m so blind
Busy on my dope grind, I don’t see no sign
of them gettin close to this, I’m lookin picture perfect
Hater you can posted this, I got a phone nigga
cataract, nope, I don’t even chatter back
I just got the Caddy back, with the D’s on that bitch
Maybe it’s the dark shades, blame these Mark Jacobs
But if we sleepin on you niggaz, I ain’t tryin to wake up
Nah!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don’t see nobody [3X]
I think I’m goin blind
I don’t see nobody [3X]
When I’m on my grind

[over Chorus]
I can’t see
No f’real I can’t see, I don’t see these niggaz like
Who gon’ stop me? Street Fam nigga
You got glaucoma or somethin like
Y’knahmean? Yeah

I done lost sight of you niggaz
When the lazy eye’s left I cross right on you niggaz
I need tintin, I’m squintin like the sun is in my eye
But my nigga’s on the trigger and the gun is on his thigh
Wait for one of them to try, that’s when one of them’ll die
There’s a lot of pussy niggaz but not one of them is I
I, make it possible for you to go bye bye
In the hospital, you can find ‘em by I, C-U
no I don’t see you
Nah she don’t see him, no we don’t see them
And you know mine roll like they wear a blindfold
She won’t let son in, she keep the blinds closed
I remind hoes, we don’t do the man starin
It’s about us, the rest of y’all are transparent
Like my grandparents, I’ma need my glasses
I don’t see nobody fly as my conceited asses

[Chorus]

[over Chorus]
We don’t see nobody man I swear to God like
I’m really Ray Charles in this
Like if you want to be seen let yourself be seen man
Fuckin saga pieces of shit man
Niggaz, see niggaz hate you on on the inside
like, love you on the outside

[Outro]
I don’t see none of you niggaz man
Rollo what it is man I see you out there man
I see that Street Fam
Let’s go
Like I told y’all niggaz man, we go everywhere
But when we there I don’t see nobody man
That’s it man (“You can’t see us!”)

FABOLOUS – I Came For The Money

I heard this nigga be right here man
Up in some bitch crib up here man on third floor
{“Gangsta…”} Yeah he come out this building
{“Gangsta…”} I’ma warm his ass up
So this nigga playin with the money man, the fuck?
This nigga been duckin me all fuckin week man
{“Gangsta Grizzill!”}

[Repeat 2X]
I’m waitin on my green like I’m sittin at a red light
Yeah the big nigga better have my bread right
Heard if the head right, nigga there e’ry night
Saw him outside in the ride, no headlights

(Turn the engine down man) Got the semi 9 with the red light
He gon’ give me mine, or he dead aight?
It’s a dead night and nobody on the block
(There’s nobody out here and shit man)
In the morning John Doe body on the block
(Leave these nigga right here)
I went crazy on the day I got the fuckin call
This nigga and his bitch shoppin in the fuckin mall
(WHAT?! The fuck he doin in that, fuckin mall?)
I’m blowin up his phone, pussy nigga duckin calls
(This nigga owe me)
Spendin my money on his slut who suckin balls
(I’m killin this nigga man!)
Heard the nigga club poppin bottle after bottle
Whatever car he in, that’s what Rollo have to follow
Can’t wait to walk up, pop him hollow after hollow
Pass me that shit son, now here this nigga go

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
I came for the money – I ain’t here to play wit y’all

I caught him walkin out the building slow, quickly I draw the toast
Shoulda saw his face, looked like he saw a ghost
He kept backin up, I’m tryin to draw him close
He’s sayin “Chill! I know what I got for you Los’”
“Give me a little time, a nigga got jammed in jail”
“You know my fam Jamel, look like Sam Casell”
“Got an op with like 900 grams a scale”
“On 7-5 North, Alabama sale”
I don’t know the nigga, don’t give a damn as well
You no (Negotiator) and I ain’t Samuel
I squeeze two then the chamber got jammed with shells (fuck!)
And they say life is a gamble well
(Fuck this shit I’ma kill this nigga man)
Guess today was his lucky day
He gotta move now, I know where the fuck he stay
Taste his little chicken fried the Kentucky way
Bet if I flash that, she know where the stash at

[Outro]
That bitch know where that money at man {“Gangsta…”}
That’s what we gon’ do, we gon’ lay on this bitch
This nigga gon’ come through here {“Gangsta…”}
That’s it man, this nigga playin with the money
{“Gangsta Grizzill!”}

FABOLOUS feat. Cassidy – Hustla’s Poster Child

Shout to Desert Storm
(“Gangsta Grillz, you BASTARDS!”)
Whattup? Shoutout Ski
Dorrough whattup? {“Gangsta Grizzill!!”}

[Chorus: Fabolous]
I’m supposed to style, I’m a hustler’s poster child
Girls see me they ‘posed to smile, ohhhhhhh
Can’t you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can’t you tell I get my hustle on?
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh
Can’t you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can’t you tell I get my hustle on?

(DJ DRAMA!!)

[Fabolous]
Now you could ask any hustler you know
They’ll tell you it’s in the wrist
I’m a good cook, make a hell of a dinner dish
Get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous
I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres
I got a sales pitch, I should do a infomercial
I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple
Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
So fuck a bitch ‘less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll get at you honey
But I’m a bachelor, all I do is spatula money
Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
I’m a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
Clothin line recipe, yeah I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustler nervous
Got a problem? Don’t call me I ain’t customer service

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man
Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, call me hustle man
What you need chief, coca or the weed leaf?
Fuckin with my hustle’s only gon’ breed beef
Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
A Carolina drive, up and down the 95
Got the 40′s for 7, but I sell ‘em 9 from 5
Fuck a 9 to 5, I’m a hustleholic
I need rubberbands, these stacks’ll bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good E day
Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay
You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7-11′s than the store chain
You give me three of them, I shoot ‘em like a milly clip
Roll more 6′s out then a Benz dealership

[Chorus]

[Cassidy]
Yup! You could tell I get my hustle on
The scent of crack in my clothes you smell I get my hustle on
It’s official y’all I was on my gristle y’all
And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar
Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz
And I had pills but they wasn’t Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I’m the hustler, I do it like Nino now
I ain’t with the phone shit, in ’88 I was only 6
I missed that paper, but nine-six or later (what?)
I did it major, plenty niggaz could vouch for me
Like them niggaz that be runnin the coke house for me
But it ain’t ’bout what I was it’s ’bout what I’m ’bout to be
So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me (‘Loso!!)
I beat my case even though some niggaz was doubtin me
I took them folks to trial, the poster child

[Chorus]

FABOLOUS feat. LA the Darkman, Willie the Kid – Hand On My Glock

{“Grizzill…”}

[DJ Drama]
AMG is the machine (uhh) Embassy
C.U.B. (uhh) Come Up Boys!
(L-A-D) (The Aphilliates!)

[LA the Darkman]
Nigga I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed
That med them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed
I’m good at them evil deeds, it’s normal for me homey
Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony
Famous but you don’t know me young’n remember that
War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat
Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
Really a killer dressed in black, killin for them paper stacks
Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer
Police, give me amnesia, nigga I know the procedure
I’m sick, no anasthesia can cure, what’s in my genes
Fuck a stash spot, nigga my pistol is in my jeans
I’m a fiend for the flow, I’m a fiend for the dough
I’m a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico
AMG, pay attention, Embassy, niggaz listen
I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherfucker

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Violate me and you will get popped (get popped)
Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy

[Willie the Kid]
No! They don’t make ‘em like this no mo’
I’m as, real as they come, as fly as they say
As hot as they claim, Willie man I’m hotter than flames
Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I’m tired of lames
I mean I’m tired of rappers
Niggaz babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
Yeah, I mean quiet the racket
Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggaz lack it
Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket
So many stripes and medals I need another jacket
Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it
Rap niggaz rather bury the hatchet, whattup my nigga Bump?
Just came home, and he don’t care neither
Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
Yeah, niggaz sweet like a strudel
Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas
Devoured all the cowards, money and the power
Niggaz know Willie in the mall a couple hours
Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard
I could be wrong, even though I may be right
Yeah, these niggaz soft like baby wipes
And chicks comin to the crib like it’s Ladies Night
Hehe, and can’t nar’ a nigga see me
I’m Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy – Willie!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It’s L-A-D nigga
WTK nigga
CUB motherfucker

FABOLOUS feat. Broadway – Guess Whos Bizzack

I made some changes in my life, don’t regret none of them
So if you never heard from me then your probably one of them
Niggas want different results but do the same shit
They wait for it to come, I became it

Guess whos bizzack nigga?

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you’re always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

The new you, I can’t do
I knew you, this ain’t you
I’m not no angel but always remain true
You hear what they say
My only complaint wasn’t just listening, you let that shit taint you
You fell out like fangs do
I lost all respect for niggas that’s bitches
So don’t call or text
Them bitches get checked like they all correct
But they be wrong that’s why they’re called your ex
You know talk is cheap so I call direct
And you niggas broke. Ya’ll call collect
I’m watching my close friends like strangers
You said you never changed, now don’t change what you said
Face it ya’ll all your bitches basic ball
But then you block it like you’re 8 feet tall, homie
I’m in the truck with the Soul Tape on
Hoodie up, rest your soul Trayvon
I’m that cool I said guess who’s bizzack

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you’re always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

[Bridge:]
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we’ve made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you’ll never change

[Broadway:]
But you did soon as you got a chance
Why you poppin shit? you should poppin bands
Living that good life without a care
The new you is high headed and I’m not a fan
But I still keep it cooler, I think you should cool out
For real, cause that ain’t you though
Since you’ve been on that high horse your life been at a new low
And I’ve been chucking deuces from that tudo with my new ho
Swear to God I ain’t losing no sleep
I know you heard what I do to those freaks
I don’t beat it up, I kill the shits, cause a funeral in those sheets
You mess with lames, they seven days, I swear them dudes so weak
It can all be so sweet, but baby, do your thing
And mix me with that bullshit that you be saying
You complain and pointing your finger when you’re the blame
You know I got that comeback, boomerang
Baby, what’s up?

[Hook:]
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you’re always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now

[Bridge:]
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we’ve made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you’ll never change
And that’s what you told me, but it’s not what you showed me
It is what it is, yeah, but I’ll always love you

FABOLOUS feat. Neo Da Matrix – Fuck Wit’ Street Fam

{“Gangsta Grizzill!”}

[Intro: Neo Da Matrix]
We fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam
I fuck with that Street Fam, we fuck with that Street Fam [3X]
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam

[DJ Drama over Intro]
Shout my nigga Shaq, Nick Rudo
Shout my nigga Rich Rock! Killer Kev
My nigga Top, whattup Mike?
Shout my nigga Eastwood (fuck wit’cha boy)
My nigga Loco (it’s ‘Loso) my nigga Ross
(Dramatic nigga!!) {“Dramatic, Dramatic…”}

[Fabolous]
I tell it like it is, motherfuck how it was
The shit a coward does won’t fuck up my sour buzz
I break ‘em off, shake ‘em off, that’s just how I does
I’m clean so I lean like the Pisa tower does
I’m on my fa-da-da-da fly shit
Look all you want nigga don’t try shit
Back from the future, on some Party McFly shit
The doors go up, and lord knows I shit
on these lame niggaz, on these punk bitches
You don’t wanna see me reachin where that trunk switch is
We in the club with the black and white skunk riches
I’m matchin head to toe, down to my dunk stitches
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches
If not, “Walk it Out” like Unk bitches (bitches)
Two-step your ass on
You missed the knock, oppurtunity done passed on

[Chorus 2X: Neo Da Matrix]
I fuck with that Street Fam, we fuck with that Street Fam [3X]
Fuck fuck with that Street Fam, fuck fuck with that Street Fam

[Fabolous]
You wanna hate us, take a number and get in line
These niggaz start throwin shade when you gettin shine
And I’m gettin mine, like southern Cal
Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style
Ask my momma, I came out the oven wild
My flow is city slick, slow it down Southern style
(Yesss!) Two fingers up, two fingers down
If ya like your chick nigga don’t bring her ’round
(Okay okay okay okay) The Bob Barker king in town
If +The Price Is Right+ yeah I’ma bring it down
(Okay okay okay okay) Baby come on down – wait!
Let me tell the driver come on ’round – hate
where they do dat? Everywhere we be at baby
Brooklyn, New York, now you know where we at baby
Come and fuck with us, nigga we love to bang
Fa-da-da-da boys, a.k.a. the Sutter Gang

[Chorus]

[DJ Drama]
Shout to Bridgeport Projects
Loso!! DJ Drama
It’s no competition!

FABOLOUS feat. Red Cafe – Fuck ‘Em All

[Fabolous (Red Cafe)]
Go for some food baby
It’s Loso man, representin Brooklyn to the motherfuckin death
(What’chu want what’chu say?) Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
(Overstand what the fuck is goin down) {I’m everywhere!}
Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all {It’s the Family}
(I’ll be seein y’all) Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
(It’s not an act) Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
{We see everything!} Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
{A-M-G} Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all {Trendsettaz}
{Street Fam!} Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all {whatever, nigga}

[Red Cafe]
You so lame it should be your first name
And I’m so raw I’m Bolivian cocaine
I’m the next of kin to Loso or Kane
I’m disrespectful I’m drivin in both lanes
They pushin my buttons to fuck with my campaign
They know Jermaine is here to take over the game
Now I’ma hear my chain or the Crown Vic chain
The shakedown chain, I clean it in champagne
Then I take aim and I blocka, blocka
Them heavyweight shots from the choppa, choppa
You can Google Cafe, I’m a shotta, shotta
And me no play play when I wrap a, rapper
Since the bubble L-E-X-U-S
I’ve been swervin and servin the whole U.S.
The Remy and the bourbon be burnin my chest
S.F. we the best, middle finger to the rest

[Fabolous]
I said, fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all
Cause I shot so much I smell like the fuckin mall
It’s so many guns ain’t nowhere to tuck ‘em all
And you might dodge one, let me see you duck ‘em all
No way, no how, shit I know that
Almost as much as I know O.J.’ll blow trial
I be in the club, Rose, no smile
Few pretty chicks like “Okay can we go now?”
I must be the niggy
I run in your house, snatch your lil’ russy and diggy
It’s nothin no biggy, and if I hafto I do it myself
I’m feelin like a Puff with no Biggie
Now these joker niggaz OD’n pullin a huge head
So I’ma kill a cow, make sure that the beef’s dead
Burger-ass niggaz, I look further past niggaz
And go over the head of Uncle Murda-ass niggaz
I said, fuck ‘em all, motherfuck ‘em all

[DJ Drama]
Shout to DJ Skribble!
My nigga Park King
Cody whattup? (Gangsta Grizzill)

FABOLOUS – For The Love

Would you do it for the love

[Verse:]
Could of left a long time ago
Fuck it where I’m a go?
A brother back in the house couldn’t let Obama go
Do it cause you love it nigga, advice from my momma go
Those that just follow green, be the first kind to go
Being broke ain’t a joke, I’m too comical
Seven digits nigga, 2 commas ho
Make your first million and don’t make it your last
Don’t come if you ain’t ready, don’t try to make it too fast
You can’t learn shit, if you never make it to class
You can’t just recycle what should be placed in the trash
I started wanted more money, and a Stacey dash
A car that cost a house and a place to crash
Pull the hammer like a camera; you don’t wanna face the flash
Cause you’ll lose one of your sons and it’s no replacing Nash
Bet the faces you show be the same faces you stash
There’s more where that came from
Ya’ll know where I came from
It’s all about that boy that call me papi
So I’m a keep making that paper copy
You squares could never stop me, that triangles to play me
Two lines for you fuck boys, now pause that, play me
Right from where I left off that, let’s get back to that real shit
That sit back just chill shit. With packs of that kill shit
I chit chat bout trill shit, spit that hot feel shit
I give you four bars it’ll be a kit kat of some real shit
Who fucking with me? I mean besides your bitch
I Deebo your ho, you niggas should hide your bitch
Like the chain red’s grandmomma gave him
I got a thing for women, I like them misbehaving
You know like bad, mike bad
So I’m a check’em when I see’em Nik (e) AD
Cause in this life things come and go like fast
And I’m not one who favors using words like had
I’m into having shit, turning dreams to average shit
Bring your trophy to the club, Dallas Maverick shit
Niceeee
I came from first of the month money
To waking up whenever I want money
Niceee
I chase paper, I hunt money
Make 50 racks at 3pm and call it lunch money
Niceeee
Nigga ya stunt money is blunt money
Your boo only got a text back once from me
And that was “What the fuck you want from me?”
But I know what the fuck she want from me

[Bridge:]
You ain’t gotta front for me
I know
I know what you want from me
I know
I know we all want the money
It’s only right we getting to it
Question I come to you with
Is Would you do it for the love
[x8] Would you do it for the love

FABOLOUS – Fall Back

{“It’s Gangsta Grillz you bastards!”}
{“Gangsta Grizzill!!”} Watch this
{“Gangsta…”}

[Fabolous]
Hey yo ain’t nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees
And y’all comin short like the sleeves on the tees
The money long here like a weave to your knees
So I don’t just stunt man, I leave with the breeze
And I don’t just front man, I back it up
I’m so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up
I breeze through, bullshit, I sees through
with the snub nosed three-eight, bullets just squeeze through
Chah, and he’s through, just like autumn
When niggaz slip and they fall, guess who caught ‘em?
Fuck it! Kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em
Next year Gucci shoe, yeah I sport ‘em (yeah I sport ‘em!)
And I would tell you where I bought ‘em
But they ain’t from here and they might be {?}
So fall back like the seats in the back
Niggaz late, take your seats in the back, church

[Interlude]
You heard what my boy said
Ain’t nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees
That’s right he on a money run
Loso you lappin these niggaz

[Fabolous]
And ain’t nuttin up but the top on the Coupe
The pockets are fat man that’s guap’ with a scoop
Got Three Little Women like a pop singin group
I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop
They on my joint, that’s how I roll up with the paper
Under the wing niggaz just fold up like the paper
You gon’ make me put you in a headline
And your girl gon’ help me come up with a hair line
The suck game while I’m drivin is a fool
She know it’s head first like she divin in a pool
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Bitch blow whistle like she had a ref’s throat
Foul! And that’s so flagrant
Aim at your neck and I spray that fragrance
I’m wear the chrome like cologne
Smell me? Nothin you can tell me – gone!

[Outro]
Ain’t nuthin you can tell this nigga Loso man
What you gon’ tell this nigga man?
This nigga know what he doin man
Young niggaz just fall back out here man
All y’all niggaz – you, you, you
Tap him on his shoulder, you!
All y’all niggaz fall back
It’s ours, Loso is here

FABOLOUS – Dope Boys

And the winner is
Street, d-d-d-damn!

This is a PSA, nigga I’m so fly
Walk through and get searched by the TSA
This is me I say, I love Mexican
I mean Gucci, green and red stripe me down
I feel Boosie, somebody “Wipe Me Down”
I shit loosely, hope y’all got a diaper ’round
Cause I, pull up to night clubs, shit beamin
Light fill up like bugs, and they schemin
as they should be, it’s all good B
My money talks I don’t think they understood me
Yeah, you niggaz don’t speak guap-anese
Stoppin me, is like tryin to stop a sneeze
Gesundheit! I won’t, the goons might
Get it poppin off like when a balloon’s tight
Diamonds like sunshine, moonlight
Oh, you forgot who in the room right?

[Chorus]
The Street Fam’s in the building tonight
Whole other feeling, I’m feeling alive
You ain’t even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam’s in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I’m killin this ice
You ain’t even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house… we in the house…)

Look, I’m so sorry; if you don’t like
what the boss say, you ain’t got to stay Joe Torry
Call me big shot baby I’m so Hoary
Diamonds dancin, gettin they Omari-on
I’m so cold, I’m so cold, I’m so cold
I hope you bitches dress warm
It’s like 30 degrees on my left arm
Below zero with the SS charm
Gestapo get the doors on the car pulled
I sips a spade, take a few cigar pulls
Bosses do V.I.P. never bar stools
Get money blow through it like nostrils
Smell me? That’s green cologne
Accompanied by good weed and dro’
A pretty young thing that knows how to fuck me
Her sneaky-ass homegirl also wanna fuck me
(And I’ll fuck her)

[Chorus]

FABOLOUS feat. Trey Songz & Cassie – Diced Pineapples

Shawty so cold, pussy want her fresh,
Reservations to eat and you’re my dinner guest.
Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess.
Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flash.
But I ain’t try to hurt her, ’cause I’ve always been the best,
I’m making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest.
Sex, sex and link, get a hundred when I test,
I’m a friend of a telling, so I’ve always been impressed.
Sex in the city on my black side sheets,
Wet as hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets.
Lid a few candles like my power hadn’t reached,
Then I took you places that her last nigga hadn’t reached.
Bitch so bad that her parents went through hell,
Smart mouth when we argue, you were switchy with the Yale.
I wanna touch her, not using my hands,
Make her dance without using the bands.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

The club popping but she ain’t trying go there,
Her friends know where she going every time she tell them “nowhere”
I’m the only one that get up in the VIP,
My money grown, baby, ain’t no need to see ID.
Slide a some just to come through, host money,
At least niggas know you’re getting through the most money.
Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear,
But you’re overdressed if you’re wearing underwear.
I turn up, couple Js to burn up,
Couple spice to hide out, now let that playlist right out
Where I live on Sunday, her place Monday,
Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy.
Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe.
Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo,
Bad bitch good girl around the Christmas, though.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

Pussy sweeter as a fresh fruit,
She good and I drink the best juice.
I’m drinking till nothing left to,
And she playing with herself, too.
I be thinking about her all day,
She perform like it’s Broadway,
Yeah, it happen to rain, she on top of the brain,
Got the windows down, broad day.
Just look at her, spectacular,
The one in stove, flipping like a spatula,
Other niggas want her, but you see the niggas whack to her,
Side beats tripping ’cause I’ll never get back to her.
My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her,
She’s a trigger, I never seen her with a bad bitch.
Unless she’s meeting on these other bitches average,
Hundred percent real while these bitches is plastic.
Miracle goddess, she walk like she need her ass kissed.
Walk like she need her ass kissed.
Diced pineapples, super fine at you,
Is she getting ahead, she throwing a mine at you.
Fuck these other bitches, nigga, she don’t mind what you do.
I just wanna watch, I ain’t taking time at you, dudes.
Never faking, why they hella friend?
Keep it real with her, yeah, that’s what she ever wants.
Some bout to anchor me, shouldn’t never discipline,
Wondering on the balcony, we’re about to smoke another joint,
Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock.
Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you’re the shit,
Couple days with her, man, that’s all I ever get.
And she got a little sister, that’s what she ever with,
Game like a nigga, man, that’s what she ever speak.
Montreal was our first time, swear pussy just like the first lines.
Scars on my back, she left couple, spent a couple stacks, had her put a couple pair.
Try to beg mine, my nigga out of bootie,
Never retract statements, nigga, I’m never scared.
Niggas be switching up, but nigga, I’m never weird,
Back on another leer.
I leave niggas here, all in another year,
All in another lane, all in another gear.
All of you niggas lame, all of your niggas here,
Listen up, bitch niggas bitching up.
I guess you’re doing what you’re supposed to.
Let a real nigga hold you.
Back to my baby girl, though, I just need you in my world, yo.

Call me crazy, should at least you call me,
Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
Know is easy to get caught up in the morning
When you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

FABOLOUS – Diamonds

Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain’t Hard To Tell!

[Chorus]
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
I’m like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I’m feelin’ your campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
It kinda explains the way she be actin’
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin’
Now that’s what the fuck I call a chain reaction!

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Yo, You think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace’ll turn on the investigators
They ain’t got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don’t touch, Guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get the jackin’ on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin’s long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one’s Bugs Bunny snackin’ on
Got ‘em, get ‘em close and, lookin’ like I scooped up
the Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
they should call me Carat Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Damn, what happened? He’s blindin’ everybody
Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin’ everybody (yup)
ready for the show, you can call me the light man
(diamonds on my damn chain)
you can call me the bright man
see I don’t do ?brightless?, I do ?AP’s?
yea I spend G’s on all these VV’s
blowin’ on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert?
step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit I got her from Fab
yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Yo, maybe it’s them VV’s, ’cause they sets Susters’
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make an**** fly like the wings on a plane
When you’re sitting in between ‘em
they hittin’ when you clean ‘em, glitenin’ when you seen ‘em
Beemin’ through the tints when I’m sitting in the “Phenom”
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this Tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles’ fan
We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
We spent more time, “Making The Band” than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I’m out in DC, at the “White and Gold House” (White and Gold House)…
Wanna convince me love? Secret Service me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that’s what the fuck I call a good “Chain of Events”! N****!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain’t Hard To Tell!

FABOLOUS feat. Paul Cain – Death In The Family

[Fabolous (talking):]
I don’t got time for all this
Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit
Yeah like right here
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

[Fabolous:]
Tough times don’t last but tough people do
I father niggas the way wayne and puff reproduce
Lil rap bastards
Running round with your snapback caps backwards
Should be in rap caskets
Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting
And who you think showed ‘em that those broads was nothing
And who you think showed ‘em that those cars was something
And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing
So I ain’t out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
And I ain’t out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing
They was bitches on deck y’all, made ‘em queens
Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish)
I’m watching these dogs play with my old bones
I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
We in the house, y’all looking to hold loans
And when the market was up, you wouldn’t have sold homes
So this the foreclosure of the wannabe
If you can’t be yourself, then who you gonna be?
Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me
Lets pray for ‘em
Y’all repeat this one with me
“now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me”

[Hook:]
I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves
It hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love [x4]

[Paul Cain:]
Yeah
Its painful when bestfriends become ya enemies
And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow)
The whole time you conspired to put an end to me
And I’m still trying to show this nigga love, silly me
So I might shed tears as I put on my gloves
But I won’t show emotions when I fill him with slugs
Cause niggas die everyday here
And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare
Niggas don’t play fair
That’s why I’m straightforward, fuck being all discrete
If I can knock ‘em off quick, fuck beefing all for weeks
So we was up late night hunting, y’all was sleep
Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y’all the sheep
Who taught ya the game, who showed y’all the streets?
And who bought ‘em them things they sold y’all for cheap?
And who came up the bill when them hoes called police?
Now you fronting so I gotta expose y’all to see
Ungrateful motherfucker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me)
Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me)
I was spitting live on hot 9
You was still rehearsing
Already my son and this was before I met you in person
So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase
Like that bullshit you wearing
You’re always gonna b worthless
You just spit it, I lived it
Who’s really writing the verses
Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses

[Hook]

FABOLOUS – Death Comes In 3′s

R.I.P to the competition
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
I heard that death come in 3s
(There is no competition 3)

The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the…
The-the grill, the-the-the grill
The-the grill, the-the-the…

I think by now that you and I know
And if you don’t,
The motto in my hood is “Do or Die”, ho
That just means you do or you die, but you decide though
Writing shit about me? Now thats a suicide note
I should drive a black hearse, with a suicide do’
Nickname that shit “Coffin Car”, but keep your room inside though
Lights on, day time, and I usually ride slow
We on that “Boys II Men”, its so hard to say goodbye, “Flow”
Hop out in that all black, they like, “Who just died, bro?”
I say the competition, but they ain’t look too surprised though
They be talkin sideways, keep that to a side note
An L.A bitch, that ain’t my fault, she wanna be crucified, yo
Jesus Christ, he’s just nice…..
Wait, I ain’t say that right…..He’s just Niiiice
And I heard that death comes in 3s,
Someone please, come get these,
Little rapping bumblebees
Had they buzz, now its gone,
That how it usually come n leaves
They was hot, I was cool, enough of that summer breeze
Some of these,
Niggas say shit, I tell em don’t mumble please
Keep bumpin’ your gums, I wish all you bitches gum disease
You know somebody hatin’, give em this number, please
The number is, 1-800-Hum-On-These
Killed it once, killed it twice, usually I just come n flees
Killed it for a third time, (cuz I heard, “Death Comes In 3s”)
Well, I’m back and I’m prompt, nigga
Arrogant and so pumped, nigga
In my world ain’t shit free, there is no comp, nigga
Ridin round with my Bronx nigga
Who wanna come n romp nigga?
Can’t kick a man when he down?
They ain’t say we cant stomp niggas
Flashlights, candles, be prepared for this black out
Black shoes, black suits, black skirt, black blouse
Car service, black ‘Lac’s
Couple racks in my black slacks
Dime bitch, Ace of Spade, I should be yellin’ out Blackjack
BBM in my black Bold, yo bm in my black rolls
She look like Ms Universe and I’m ’bout to be in that blackhole
Get my nut, then fade to black
Damier the grey to black
On the road, we got the Heat, just imagine D-Wade and Black
You wanna play dumb? Black, thats cool
I’ma play HBCU, you can get yo black ass schooled
Welcome to the Funeral University
Death comes in the 3s, this the third CD

FABOLOUS feat. Freck Billionaire, Paul Cain, Red Cafe – I’m Da Man (Remix)

Street Fi-di-di-di-damn!
{“Gangsta Grizzill!!”}

[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]
The motherfuckin man ‘Loso
Even better than the past, the present is ours

[Red Cafe]
Yes, UHH! The man of the hour just fell through
I’m the man with the flour, who the hell are you?
If you need it for cheap, I’m “The Best Man”
like Taye Diggs and you, you just a yes man
I’m the take a nigga bitch man
Buck fifty on the face of a snitch man
I’m paid, I just do this shit for kicks man
If I ain’t wearin the Gucci I’m into Richman
Damn! Weatherman, the ice man, the boss man
Bling blaow beotch, Jack Frost man
And I’m a Brooklyn nigga man
I stays off the good dark liquor man
Convict, shakedown, Street Fi-di-di-damn
Good as the yay without the Arm & Hammer man
Blue bandana, red bandana man
Fuck it, snap you a shot like you the camera man

[Chorus]

[Freck Billionaire]
They need a armored car to bring the man jewelry in
Top (Candidate), call me (Manchurian)
Every stone that’s on this man cool
Ain’t no Frecks in the streets like a man who
the young bitches say “Let me hold a stack man”
They heard I eat across the board like Pac-Man
I brought some cash up in this bitch like a banker man
Plus I got the news for you, call me anchor man
Drop guap’ on the bling no damn delay
I lay money in the ring like Mandalay
She says she left him at home, I said man he sweet
Cause the pussy on this bitch was magnifique
Quick to tell her boyfriend I don’t know her man
I just cut the bitch, call me (Lawnmower Man)
If she choosin you should let her off the leash man
All you do is cuff ‘em up like police man

[Chorus]

[Paul Cain]
Yeah, yes
If you lookin for the man then you just found him
Touch thousands – I cop, y’all just browsin
Hundred plus Continental spur flyin man
The fireman, I suggest you don’t try him man
I keep a back up, just in case the iron jam
I stay strapped, Tony Starks call me (Ironman)
Excuse me, I happen to be the boss man
I get your wings clipped no matter what it cost man
I keep a Ruger, but I ain’t gotta shoot a man
Like Pacino with the shooters I’m the recruiter man
Rap’s my new hustle, I no longer move the grams
I hit the booth for the change like Superman
The Breitling on right hand is lightning
The bright man like Chris Ayre, the ice man
Light tan on G4 the flight man
The kush keep me high even with the flight lands

[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]

FABOLOUS – B.I.T.E.

Niggas is tryna eat, that’s all I look at it as
Niggas wanna eat food
Niggas is tired of being on the streets
Niggas is tired of robbing and stealing
Niggas tired of selling drugs
They tryna get some money

[Hook:]
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, now what that mean

I say bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE

[Verse 1:]
I say bow ya head for ya hood
Bless the streets that I eat on
So cold in my city, best believe that that heats on
Bitch I’m tryna eat before it’s rest in peace on my t stone
Want my eggs scrambled hard, with extra cheese of the t-bone
Got ah recipe on the streets homes’, takes hustle and some muscle
Make a meal called success, now I ain’t say you gon duck stress
I ain’t say it don’t come with pain, couple losers gon come with game
They ain’t eating, got stomach pains, they calling you but your number changed
Old friendships get strained, couple words might get exchanged
Knew niggas since diapers, oh well guess shit is changed
My teacher came to me, asked the same of me, what I’m tryna be
And I say BITE

[Hook:]
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, now what that mean

I say bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE

[Verse 2:]
Look
I ain’t grow up on park place, where I’m from it’s ah dark place
Hard to look on that bright side, these skies be dark grey
In our case, get ah nark case, in a PARK
Wasn’t tryna be Scareface, shit I just want the new Barkleys
If little fish get fed to sharks, I’m tryna see how that shark taste
Ashton with that shark face, I’m tryna fill my park space
I’m tryna be in my dark shades, on a parkade, at the Barclays
I’m tryna get my money long, long as Eastern Parkway
Me and my niggas got reservations, no wait, no hesitations
Non stop to the money, that’s my final destination
A judge looked at me, asked the same of me
What you tryna plea? And I say BITE

[Hook:]
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Every single day, each and every night
BITE, that’s my word, I’m screaming BITE, now what that mean

I say bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE
Bitch I’m tryna eat, bitch I’m tryna eat, BITE, that’s my word
I’m screaming BITE, I’m screaming BITE

FABOLOUS feat. Jadakiss & Styles P – B.E.T.

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus
I don’t trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That’s why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain’t got their G.E.D
But they’ll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a ki
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die

[Styles P]
Be prepared to

[Jadakiss]
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I’m air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob

[Styles P]
I dare you, yeah

[Jadakiss]
I’ll send flowers to your wake

[Styles P]
I’ll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[Jadakiss]
I got a bunch of Rocsi’s and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
Everything’s believable, anything’s possible
Don’t take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
You holding up your right hand on the stand
And then you put your right hand in the can
Friends like that, who needs enemies?
I’m fucking successful, it do breed enemies
Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
I ain’t with none of the sucker shit that they be with
Want you to pick em up all the time, that’s baby shit
That’s why when I breeze past, I’m with a broad
That reminds you of Free’s ass at the Awards
My advice? Get your money, don’t let it change you
And don’t trust shit — even the devil was an angel

[Hook]

FABOLOUS feat. Wale – Beauty

[Verse - Fabolous]
Beauty’s when you just got out the shower
Hair still drippin’, wrapped up in a towel
Beauty’s when you ready in a hour
Them long legs, I call em the Twin Towers
You put that arch in it, put your hand on your hip
Put your hair in a bun, and you handle the shit
Beauty’s when a scrub compliments sash
You know ya booty look good wit ya confident ass (shit)
Straight up, but the rest word
You know it’s beauty when the smile is her best curve
That’s real beauty, no makeup shit
The girl you dream about, and wanna wake up with
Waitin time, lookin then you throw it at me
Go down on me, then you look up at me
Awhh man, that shit right there
Probably give your ex nightmares

[Wale - Talking]
Miss Brooklyn New York
I’ll give you whatever to get to your heart
Know your worth, baby girl, love
This Soul Tape shit
Enough to make shit, all naturale
Put it down, Young Ralph
Let’s get it

[Verse - Wale]
Beauty is knowing nobody’s real as you
Truly condolences for that pairs of shoes
Killing the scene, this type of love will make you complete
Now roll the weed and get the munchies, she be in the cuisine
And I’m in the jeans and stealing tune with the inner being
Her inner thoughts, her worst fears she give to me
Beauty is loyalty to the fullest, ’cause cupid made me a target for she had received a bullet
For she had the super d, maybe speed up before I pull out and sex is a weapon
But beauty don’t need a bullet, beauty is the beauty that her mother gave her
May you be goin about God, me and grandmamas angels
It’s God given, never complicated
A lot of niggas talking, I don’t have the heart to say it
The heart to tell you I see potential in how you do it
I pray you know you’re worth from niggas don’t notice your beauty, truly

[Fabolous - Talking]
You see, beauty isn’t a rush
It’s a process, sometimes it’s slow
Yeah…
I mean there’s beauty in everything, ya know
You just gotta recognize it
Shoutout to the people who do
And I feel sorry for the people who don’t
Soul Tape 2!!

FABOLOUS – Back To Do The Damn Thing

(“All day”) Just keeps callin me man
Just keeps callin me!
I’m back to do the damn thing
Now I’m back to do the damn thing
{“Cannon~!”} I’m back to do the damn thing
{“Tre-tre-trendsettaz”} Back to do the damn thing

I feel like the ex-champ back in the title fight
The young contenders are lookin at me in idol light
Fresh taper, waves lookin tidal tight
Yea I’m in the building, like a Corey Lidal flight
I’m married to the streets, this is my recital right
I got the Phantom drop dressed up bridal white
Hehe, you know them doors are suicidal right?
Sorta like they slit your wrists when I’m tryin to sit your miss
Nigga picture this, like a Kodak moment
I’m off the bullshit, ’bout to go back on it
And I ain’t hard to find, bet ya Lojack on it
Call it corn row roof, cause it go back don’t it?
I gotta get it now, ain’t no pinchin plan rappin
Fuck bein friends, save me the hand dappin
Understand captain, you’ll be under land nappin
If you keep thinkin that it can’t when it can happen
Ask Scarface, faster than a car chase
At ya grandma’s place, lettin AR’s waste
Sports Coupe, not too much car space
The trunk look like Desperados guitar case
If you say a thing wrong, I won’t let it string long
All I gotta do is push the button like ding-dong
I don’t play the back and forth game ‘less it’s ping-pong
Mike Tyson flow, so I ain’t in the ring long
Nigga you ain’t King Kong, thinkin that you bit shit
You gon have your man sick, someone sing his theme song
My nigga Freck plugged me in with this Beijing joint
So hot, she play Alaskan with a string thong
Real delicate, I just call her China Set
Fendi fur, Gucci gators, guess she like designer pets
She saw a few things, that get her vagina wet
SF, G4, and it’s not a niners jet
But check the body drop, baby boy shittin
But it’s just sittin, so it’s like I made a potty stop
It’s like karate chops, we be breakin bricks down
Cocaine tour, I been through six towns
Open with crack as the openin act
Heroin headliner, stage name China
(What you call that?!) That’s what you call a trap star
I could get the kingpin charged for these rap bars

[Outro]
That’s right nigga, we still do this shit
Man on the street tip too man, we touch things
Y’knahmean like the body shop we touch shit up man
Get this shit movin man, it’s Loso
Big shout to that Street Fam, what it look like y’all?
What’s goin on Brooklyn?
It’s your boy, I’m back man
We got Brooklyn lookin better than ever now man
These niggaz can’t fuck around man
I’m back to do the damn thing (“DJ DRAMA!!”)