Fabolous

[fox69]

"Niggas Know"

"Niggas Know"



And you know niggaz know
But they act like they don't know
Y'knahmean like
Niggaz know
And YOU know they know
But they act like they don't know
So you act like you don't know
that you know they, that they know
But niggaz know
Hahahaha!

 

[fox69]

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

"Niggaz"
(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

 

[fox69]

"Not Give A Fuck"

"Not Give A Fuck"


I'm here to shake up the world...
Yea what what what what what uh uhh
What what what what what
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uhh
Right uh huh right uh yea - ghetto

I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on
Y'all hustlers can't eat fit meals, and it feels
Somethin' like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on
I'm who they dumping 2 Cole Hamels 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:]
Fly enough, to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
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
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 deuces to rent a benz
Like they boots made by Timbaland
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed
Y'all playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Not one of the Jesuses got lemon gems?
You know 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 of my roots is Dominican
Faboloso mi gusto le bengamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
Turn to stones like medusa had glimpsed of them
But right now you can lie and gossip too
And later be the guy who the mas run to
And right now you can try and prosecute
But later on you gon' die in the hospital

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Not Give A Fuck (Remix)"
(feat. Ras Kass)

"Not Give A Fuck (Remix)"
(feat. Ras Kass)



Rick Rock, I took my masters baby
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh
This is the digiwax remix
Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh

[Ras Kass]
This is the Man Show
Can't kick it if you don't get bitches
Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup
Had a bad bitch from the dirty south
With a good tooth like Lou
If the answer's no, you a man ho
Probably no more
All captain say hand cuff and stop
Let them go, rass kass will play it though
Fuck laying low like J. Lo
Can't pack a six-fo
True dyke like what they hit for
Play the bar nigga, we dont disco
Grown ass man don't harlem shake
Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make
Take the cake from all you fakes
I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin'
We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons
who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims
Ras kass you can't get caught with fabolous government
Put my face on the passport
Cuz real niggas do real things
so fuck the world to my bling
Cuz ya'll mean
I mean

[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

[Fabolous]
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

[Fresh]
Snap cap Lou, you know it's me
Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see
Fresh trep for all the see
You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby
What that mean, never leave or maybe
I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes
Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast
Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected
Niggas must be gay, I aint thinkin' straight
I'm in the quarter before eight
Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin'
When she starts speakin French
Leave them alone like Stockton
Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab
Put your potato, we ready to mash
Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E
So you really be ahead of your class

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Now Ride"

"Now Ride"




[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (haha) haha
Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh)
Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh

[Verse 1]
Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page
Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age
Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage
When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige
Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage
And it's funny how a few bucks can
Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan
It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death
We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest
I don't know you, please move to the left
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)
Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)
This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it
Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!

[Chorus]
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)
(Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and
(Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now
(Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now
(Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)

[Verse 2]
Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer
Worryin bout, who say that saw ya
Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block
Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas
I'ma boss, that you can never upstand
Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can
Some of y'all caught feelings from way back
Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach
But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey
Still tucking and letting the fo' spray
Still ducking where ever the po's lay
And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!
...And I know Fed's seen
The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean
Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E
Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Now What"

"Now What"


[ad-libs]
Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh..

[verse]
I bet you look at things from a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective
And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective
All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive
Nigga, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches
To open they legs wider than a field goal post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly
And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka

[ad-libs]
Yeah, Ghetto...
Fab, nigga, uh..
Uh, Street Family..
Uh, pay attention, y'all..
Please, uh, yeah..
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear
Uh huh, yeah..
Uh.. uh.. yeah..
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..
Uh, let's get this money, y'all..
Let's get this money, y'all..
Uh, uh, uhhh..

[fades out]

 

[fox69]

"One Day"

"One Day"


[Fabolous humming to the beat]

It's easy to look at my life, and don't see no pain
I remember takin' 3, 4 trains, to re cocaine
Standing in the lobby, during sleet, snow, rain
Waiting for fiends, with a pint of beef lomain
Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained
But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train
Sometimes I ain't see no gain
Cause I was runnin' to Ralphies every time my trees showed stains
I was lucky I ain't seized for maim
Get shot or stuck up standin' at them C-Lo games
But now shit with these skios changed
I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange
Glanced at my neck, and didn't see no chain
Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain
Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane
In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes, I'm still here

[Chorus:]
My mama used to tell me
"Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen"
Who knew I'd have what it takes,
To be famous and one day I'd be rappin' - no
My papa used to ask me
"Son, are you prepared? cause one day it could happen"
I dreamed about this game,
But who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no

I just want some peace of mind
Niggas'll risk havin' cuffs on their wrists, for this masterpiece on mine
Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline
I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined
But on a small island, too far for police to find
With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined
I gotta make sure my niece is fine
She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time
Some be like "At least you signed"
But that just make is easy, to get pointed out at precinct lines
All y'all can see if every piece be dime
And I be gettin' Nikes, before they even get released sometime
Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind
It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine
And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind
Hold your head, your stress will cease in time, feel me

[Chorus]

Sometimes I wish I could go way back when
I could walk thru, and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson
Everything was OK back then
Now everybody playin' a cool role, and I know they actin
I gotta go back through my ol' way packin'
These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons
I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin'
But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s
And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin'
Plus I got all these ducks, around the ol' way quackin'
These hoes may crack grins
But I swear to God, I won't never take O.J's actions
If I would've let this flow stay packed in
I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in
For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons
'Till Clue and Duro, brings those gray plaques in, yeah

[Chorus]

One day it'll happen
That One day I'd be rappin'
No
One day it could happen
One day I'd be trapped in
No

 

[fox69]

"Only Life I Know"
(feat. Troy Ave)

"Only Life I Know"
(feat. Troy Ave)



She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
Cause you to caught up in the street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right,
Cause everybody wanna be mike,
Instead of focusing on their own, dough.

They say a woman cancel dates 'cause she has to
And a man cancel dates 'cause he has two.
Well, I got two dates, one with destiny,
I need more, baby, don't think any less of me.
Try to juggle, slowly but came to struggle,
Sometimes I wanna hug the block, sometimes I wanna hug you.
Sometimes is about the check, sometimes is about checking that,
De'Niro said you gotta leave in 30 seconds, flat.
When the heat's coming even if you need someone,
Leave it in the rear view, don't look back, keep running.
Left her in the passenger with the jeep running,
Hazard lights blinking in the beat bumping.
Air to the streets, I hear a sweet's coming,
Air to your chest so I hear a beat from it.
She fell in love with a street nigga,
Tattooed my name on her petite figure.

She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause you too caught up in the street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause everybody wanna be mike,
Instead of focusing on their own, dough.
But that's the only life I know.

There's always money to be made, that you can't deny,
I always made mine, never won who came to side,
I'm only human so if I don't eat I can't survive,
And mama said you're not a man if you can't provide.
The summers know a shortcut, it brings me home,
I worked so hard to get here, now it keeps me going.
By the time I get in what she made to eat be old,
When I slide in bed she complain my feet be cold.
Caught in street life just like my bitch said,
I love the game, I love the hustle, just like Mitch said.
Yeah, I can leave the game, but it's they still gonna love me?
When a new nigga come they gonna stop thinking of me.
Shawty watch the hustle movie she can never get,
How they make so much money, but they never quit.
I tell her quit for what? That's the only life they know,
The street's a dirty hoe, niggas try to wife it, though.

She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause you too caught up in the street life,
But that's the only life I know.
She said the niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right,
'Cause everybody wanna be mike,
Instead of focusing on their own, dough.
But this the only life I know.

 

[fox69]

"Outro"

"Outro"



Yo Drama! (Yo)
It's a pleasure rockin wit'chu my nigga (you my nigga)
Don't say we didn't warn ya
Cause a lot of shit be happenin they'd be like
"Nobody told us! Where the fuck did they come from?"
I'm lettin it be known...
Street Fam is it nigga
Y'all niggaz stay tuned

 

[fox69]

"Pachanga"

"Pachanga"


[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

Yo everything ain't love, Love cuz if it is
My definition of love must differ his
I mean every friendship has its differences
But these 'Young Bucks' remind me of 'Fif' and his
They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his
He a funny lil nigga like Eddie Griffin is
Between smokin' and chokin' then you got to live
So I gave him a chance and that's alot to give
We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast
Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS
And now when we say 'what's up' the shit seem weird
But there's a question I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you?
A thug changes

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make friend-emies
There's no remedies for these sick memories
My doctor said there's no cure for the ?Emmales?
Had a crush on you now we Kim and Cease
We don't even talk no more it's no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was Faith
I let you slide in my home, you was safe
I thought my ability to provide you stability
was what was really G, okay silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street
Really she attract niggaz like the A Milli beat
And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change
Never thought she'd change
But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left
Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam)
That's when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was a P.F. chef
Da-Da-Da-Danger, it just feels 'Mystikal'
I miss the cool nights sittin in the Coll-O
Now it's like boooo we sittin' in Apollo
It used to be all good then shit just went mile low
And that's bad, matter fact that's sad
Cuz when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce
End up watchin Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see
Most of these niggaz ain't never love 'em
And these bitches just think whatever of 'em
So maybe playin' dumb was kinda clever of 'em
And less friends are your best friends become strangers

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas