Fabolous

[fox69]

"Pain"

"Pain"



I’m old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
Rather hold my high and die then live and duck
If you’re cool being taken down and giving up
Your lifestyle’s a blow job, the way you’re living sucks!
I done felt pain, waited but no help came
Went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane
You ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain
Ever been told “go to hell” and felt flames
The water’s to your neck and only gets deeper
Its all down hill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it, be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss, it ain't get no cheaper
But there’s a man above that we all under bro
No bread truck but he work wonders though!
After you wake up, everything is wonderful
You can overcome anything you undergo
As an artist I’m just tryna paint the perfect picture
But see where tryna wait for somebody that's perfect gets you
That usually lead to nothing like virgin kisses
And I be tryna cut, surgeon bitches
Dreams of splurging riches, pretty but curvy misses
Chef to serve the dishes, driving to swerve the ditches
I’m just another kid on the purple wishes?
And the streets is tough, on the verge of viscious
So I sold weed and crack, business
That white girl helped a nigga, Fergalicious
But getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses
So when you killin’ shit watch out for the murder witness
An old head told me, let nothing disturb your business
Beef is only good when you in the burger business
So I chilled, but loaded up the steal
Like I wish a nigga would, But I know a nigga will
But for real you loaded up to kill
Cause soon as a nigga could the sooner a nigga will
And I don’t owe these niggas nothing
Put that in a nigga will

 

[fox69]

"Paper Touchin'"
(feat. Latif, Red Cafe)

"Paper Touchin'"
(feat. Latif, Red Cafe)



[Intro: Latif]
Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
It all started out in Brooklyn
Yeah, but the kid kept it movin
Uhh, I came along way from hustlin
Now it's worldwide paper touchin {"Gangsta Grillz"}
Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
("You know the cheese to the sky all day e'ry day")
Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin
{"Gangsta..."}

[Red Cafe]
Uh, the Big Wills sittin on big wheels
Brooklyn's back, imagine how Big feel
(What else?!) Yeah I am a big deal
Tell 'em keep the change, when I break big bills
Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it
This for the hustlers, everyone should applaud it (uhh)
Get'cha camera phone, everyone should record it (ahh)
I'm the pizza man, I delivers the orders (woo)
Arm &, Ham-in-mer-ham-and-the-grits
Homey I'll cut your wrist off, put your hands on my grits
See I'll be the convict, I am fully committed
Took my shoes off and laughed, they couldn't fit it
(What else?!) If I don't do nuttin I'm a ball
Fall through your city, shut down the mall
(That all?!) I'm Tupac with it, I got the "Juice"
Soldier, but only the gangsters I salute

[Chorus: Latif]
It all started out in Brooklyn
Yeah, but the kid kept it movin
Uhh, I came along way from hustlin
Now it's worldwide paper touchin
Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin

[Red Cafe]
She's sick of that song, how it's so long
since she met a G like me
First it was Kane, then it was Big, then it was Jay
And she love the homey F-A-B, now meet me
(It's R) Flow-riffic, white flower I whip it
Spin it round and round, stand on my pivot (voila)
Keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
I seen the king soon as I got a mirror
(What else?!) Gettin fresh and lettuce be my fetish
Retired with the chip like Je-rome Bettis
I wonder, if I stacked Bread like Wonder
Would my Woman's first name be Wonder?
When it come to me they are Stevie Wonder
They can't see I, I am B.I.G.'s student
Make 'em holla it's movin
Make 'em light up and get to boozin

[Chorus]

[Outro: Red Cafe (Latif)]
Hey zukon you know I gotta diddy bop to this one
(Paper touchin)
Why not? {"My nigga Red Cafe!"}
(Paper touchin)

 

[fox69]

"Paperman"
(feat. Neo Da Matrix)

"Paperman"
(feat. Neo Da Matrix)



[Chorus: Neo Da Matrix]
They call me Paperman, I get that paper man
Your shorty starin homie, don't make me take her man
But I'm just on the low, and you already know
Yo' bitch choosin Pimpin, that's just the way it go

[Fabolous]
They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man
He be tryin to lock her down, she tryin to escape the man
I pick that paper up in the mornin she is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man, keep them squares out your circle
And work yo' money nigga just don't let yo' money work you

[Chorus - 2X]

[Fabolous]
I'm a man to blow two grand or so on sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow, bet them hoes understand the dough
Every motherfucker on this planet know, money keeps the world on spin
If I put the spur on in, ain't no doubt yo' girl gone grin
They like my shine... they like my grind
I take yo' girl, I bring her back, ain't like she mine
Your hoe's to blame... you know the game
It's 'Loso Rich but if you wanna know the name I say

[Chorus - 2X]

[Fabolous]
Now I dip through strips in a whip
On black 22's and chrome on the lip
Don't slip, don't trip cause the tips are hollow
in this chrome on my hip
I lean so mean, so clean
that there ain't a stain on these clothes
Hoes run don't stunt the ones
We makin it rain on these hoes
I ride through slow, just hide yo' hoe
Don't let yo' girl see 'Loso
I think I'm this, I think I'm that
Man I don't think I know so
I let them know, we let them go
So please don't play wit them boys
She wanna come, just let her come
over and play with them boys

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Payback Music"
(feat. Freck Billionaire)

"Payback Music"
(feat. Freck Billionaire)



[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Having nothin' was the worst, now it's the best of everything
They used to tell us no, now it's yes to everything
And I get high on the low, just the level things
The worst I look, probably the best you've ever seen
Yeah, so fresh, and forever clean
Produce sexy style, bein' fresh is everything
I sit yo ass down girl, sit that heavy thing
Give me that sloppy head, and make a mess of everything
If they don't see that I'm a winner, then it's their loss
I say fuck niggas, then you won't hear, pause
We work hard all day, over here boss
So every night we go ball like hair loss
From the bottom, but we end up being top notch
Thinkin' out the box where everybody hopscotch

[Hook:]
Everybody knows
How the story goes
Friends turn into foes
Seen it all before
Guess I'll take the blame
Cause you and me ain't the same
For what it's worth, nigga really can't complain

[Verse 2: Freck Billionaire]
Payback some motherfucker, I would hate to be ya
I'm back to lay ya flat like a quesadilla
Crocodile, heard Mase kick collectors items
Fugitive, by the state, had to expedite him
I'm back to put the game on Ramadan
Like grated cheese, a six-deuce parmesan
Compared to other captain, Philly Freck a day less
That's absolutely negative, like my AIDS test
I'm gettin' chauf, I'm in the back with a leisure
Tell the driver go long, like a Packer's receiver
I still got the most hoes, it's affirmative
Every boss hotter then the furnace is
Heard Freck fuckin' with the chick? Now he wanna
He search for 'em, then he cuff 'em, he's a bounty hunter
They make the ugly face when he raps
I'm back on that shit like a relapse

 

[fox69]

"Phone Numbers"

"Phone Numbers"


You [x12]

[Fabolous - Intro]
Y’all niggas better stop playin with me
Y’all know ya aint bout that life
"SOUL tape"
niiiccee

[Chorus]
I’m callin them out
I got they phone numbers [x2]
When that money callin everything gon on hold [x2]

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
I’m having doubts, what they really believe
Starting with these Stefan Urquelle, who really be Steve
Photoshop dont make it better, it really deceive
Long hair dont care, but it really be weave
Lets get back to this real shit
That life, I’m bout
Anytime that I’m out, I keep ballin like there’s no time out
On the kush I’m stoned out
On you haters, I zone out
Y’all opinions dont make me money
So what yall thinkin dont count
I mean the nerve of these niggas giving me attitude
When I be serving these niggas
You rappers platter food

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
Saying they overrated is a understatement
Them niggas is broke, look like they under maintanence
They rapping bout mansions, but from they momma’s basement
Swear they in phantoms, but drive a honda station
Lets get back to this real shit
Stay away from that counterfeit
That fake-it till you make-it life, really dont amount to shit
Talkin never bothers us, sometimes it do bore me
So if ya makin movies, hope it based on a true story
Freck said "nothings worse than a rich hater"
When money call, pick it up n call that bitch later

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Pimp By Blood"

"Pimp By Blood"


[Intro: Jay-Z samples from "I Just Wanna Love U"]
"Pimp by blood, I'm-I'm a pimp by blood"
"Pimp-pimp-pimp pimp by blood, I'm a pimp by blood"
"I'm a pimp by blood" (not re-la-tion)
"I'm a pimp by blood, I'm-I'm a pimp by blood"
"Y'all be chasin, I replace them"
"Pimp by blood, I'm-I'm a pimp by blood"
"I'm a pimp by blood" (not-not re-la-tion)
"I'm a pimp by blood, I'm-I'm a pimp by blood"
"Y'all be chasin, I replace them"

[Fabolous]
His daddy kept it pimpin, mami was his bottom bitch
She came back with me, I'm the one who got him rich
I'm the sperm from his sac, been confirmed from a mack
Got that good wavy shit like it's permed from the back
Gettin sick behind a desk, poppa earned from a 'llac
Slap it like a tennis player, hand turned from the back
I'm 'bout my business player, I return from the track
No Sesame Street, I just learned from "The Mack"
I don't know Bert, never met Ernie either
But I can turn a diva when a player turn and leave her
Big Bird or The Count, they ain't teach me
the big words I pronounce, it was listenin to Goldie
Ridin with my father while he listenin to oldies
He turned the music down, and this is what he told me
I'ma put you on the game to make it while on the surf
If it's worth it then you take and take it for what it's worth
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Playa"

"Playa"


[Intro - Sample of Playa by Notorious B.I.G.:]
See everybody ain't ballin, most is fallin Even more, it's crawlin When they look up all they see is the position that ya'll in So don't be so up, that'll blind him You're so far ahead that you don't see people are behind you, playa

[Hook:]
Playa, playa (Playa, playa) Playa, playa (Playa, playa) Playa, playa (Playa, playa) Playa, playa

[Verse:]
Playa, Playa
First you tell the jeweler Audemar Piguet ya
Then you tellin' waitresses to Rose her
Bumpin VIP and you meet your first Dreya
In the strip club, ones in the air
Nothin' but attention that they wanna pay ya
Dancers tryna welcome to L.A. ya
Shake it like a polaroid picture, Hey Ya
Let 'em know you ballin', you that nigga playa
And you run the city you the new mayor
Tonight is full of hoes and the flyest playas
Can't forget the jackers and the playa haters
And shady hoes can't wait to be-tray ya
It's hard to tell which one is here to slay ya
Nigga be that pretty redbone layup
Texting to them niggas who are tryna lay ya
The lights is coming on and you drunk as sailor
Shawty like where the after-party playa?
You grab her by the hand and tell her I'm a take ya
Shawty rollin' with it she is not a faker
Now you with your wheel like a roller skater
Pullin' out the lot you tell your homies 'Later! '
Stopping at the light corner of La Brea
Them niggas ride up on ya like a escalator
Wearing all-black Oakland Raider
Screaming run your shit 'fore they AK ya
Begging for your life hoping they don't spray ya
Shoulda left that balla shit for the Lakers
Yeah

[Sample - to fade:]
No time to play you've been robbed

 

[fox69]

"Po Po"
(feat. Nate Dogg, Paul Cain)

"Po Po"
(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?

 

[fox69]

"Quiet Storm Freestyle"

"Quiet Storm Freestyle"


[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam
Niggas wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get your bar work together
I'm tellin' you right now
Friday night freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done seen it all, been thru it all
It's quiet

[Fabolous:]
I put my lifetime in between the papers line
Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine
Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign
That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you dudes
My goons in the audience still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes
In the studio in a still trappin' mood
On a beat from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow
I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro
Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it disrespectful little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real bitch
Chillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you don't hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning shit up
And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into these type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot damn ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again
No more Felipe you eating cereal again
No more lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk cause they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you
Don't let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP!) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done started ooh nah nah
Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we concealing
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children
My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions
Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi air
Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend
Four game sweep flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more ghetto
Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose petals
Shorty stand still didn't shake no jell-o
Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow
On some real shit
I just want some real shit
Not none of this fuck shit
Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit
Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for that
It's the real...

[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy Fabolous
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?!
Whole NYC
Slide what's popping?
Y'all ain't ready

 

[fox69]

"Rap & Sex"

"Rap & Sex"


Where you at?
You know I'm at the studio man, what you doing, you gon' come through?
Yeah I'mma come through. I might rock the mic too
Haha, I bet

[Pre-Hook:]
I just got the crib with the studio
You could say I live at the studio
Shawty come and give at the studio

[Hook x5:]
All I do is rap and sex
Niggas see how I was flowin' on my last cassette
(At the studio)

Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
Same place where the rhymes were invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette
Shawty came through just to hear the mixtape (Soul Tape)
Ended up starring in a sex tape
With a player from New York no Nicks tape (swish)
Might need your bitch for my next day
I come upstairs then I come get them drawers
Come back downstairs then I come up with bars
Shit feels so good it might come out tomorrow
Beat that shit up, she might come out with scars
I do not lie, I been the truth
If I'm in her box, I say that I'm in the booth
Comin' up with the headlines
That's off the top of the head (whoa, whoa)
Heard she nasty on the mic
Go for the sloppiest head (whoa, whoa)
Then she gon' bust that thing wide
I'ma just let that thing ride (whoa, whoa)

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

No slow jams just street nigga rap
Want R&B smooth, get an R&B dude
Got a Range and a Benz, I make R&B moves
But I can call Trey, you in an R&B mood?
And get him to the studio
Like "wassup this Fab
Got a bad bitch with me and she up for grabs"
Talkin' bout "ask him what's up with this collab?"
And she waitin' at the studio
Sign on the door that say "No hatin' at the studio"
And I always keep it playa at the studio
Every time she ask I say I'm at the studio
Layin' somethin' down
See how I was snappin' on my last shit
Hard start off with the soft flow
Then switch it up to some fat shit
(Feel me?)
Nigga don't make me go [?] your bitch
I love this shit but I don't love your bitch

Rap, sex [x2]
All I do is Rap & sex [x3]
Pussy got me screaming, Meek Mill flow (Ho!)
Spray it like Mase (aha), speak real slow
You with a boss one, Rick Ross grunt (Huh!)
Nasty like Nas, one mic [?] (all I need is one mic)
Best I ever had (Crazy), word to Drake
Bustin' off the grill [?] Chiraq, murder rate (Let's get it!)
Kiss on it (Heh), excuse my French (Haan)
Hit the studio, rap and sex

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]