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"You Don't Know Bout It"
(with Meek Mill)

"You Don't Know Bout It"
(with Meek Mill)



[Fabolous - Chorus]
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about that
Tell me what you about risk
What you know about getting back
Them niggas don't live what they rap
Them boys ain't been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Then boys don't know about that
Ayy, you don’t know ’bout it
You don’t know ’bout it
Tell me what you know ’bout that
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
Tell me what you know ’bout that

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Hol’ up, stop the shit
That's word to that red sign
Don’t think cause I’m laid up
I wont flatline your redline
My niggas tuck guns in
Catch you slippin it’s bedtime
Gotta kill you by a certain time
Now that's what I call a deadline
Deadline, deadline
Can’t call it like a deadline
When they hit little homie up, I was in Miami getting fed prime
Got my bitch in the studio
She the best, superheadline
Call her my little ghost rider
She help me come with them headlines
headlines, headlines
Put your name in them headlines
Niggas beefin thats cool
Just give me mine with some red wine
Shouts out to my big homie
When he left he said grind
My nigga move so much Britney Spears
They gave that boy Kevin Fed time
Fed time, fed time
Locked down all day
Real nigga, by myself, Kevin Hart wit it all day
Niiiice
Whoever gon night night nigga
Don’t look at that white light nigga
I’m back on this dark shit
If you scared get a night light nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
Crutching all of these bitches
Stuntin’ on all of these niggas
Fifty racks in my pocket
Or on the way to go get it
Northside yeah we poppin’
Now, is never scared of no nigga
Catch me deep down in that jungle
With them lions, snakes and gorillas
I be ridin’ round in 4 wheelers
Drop tops and no ceilings
And I ain't talkin’ bout Tunechi bitch
Ball hard but can’t hoop for shit
Thank God for this?, cause jail cells tuna fish
They locked me down in that hell hole
On state roll like a lunatic
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about that
Tell me what you know about bricks
32 racks I get you that stamped
Them boys ain't totin’ no straps
Them boys ain't up in that trap
Them niggas ain't bout that life
Tell you ’bout that white and I’m like where it’s at?
Nigga

[Chorus]
 
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"You Know"
(feat. Young Jeezy)

"You Know"
(feat. Young Jeezy)



[Bridge - Young Jeezy:]
Fuck that shit, real niggas get ready (ready)
And why the fuck he ain't in the feds already? (Hah)
And why that motherfucker ain't dead already? (Hah)
And why you ain't ran through his fuckin bread already? (Let's go!)

[Hook:]
(I'm the motherfucking, man, nigga, all these hoes know it) Know it
I ain't with the game, nigga, all my folks know it - HA-HAAAA!
(Ain't a thing for my gang, nigga, all my bros know it) Yeeeah
Never fronted me a thing, nigga, I'm a pay for it, hah - AY!
And you know, you know, you know, you know
You motherfuckers better act like you know
Time to talk to talk that shit, they don't wanna see Snow
You know, yeah
And you know, you know, you know, you know
(You motherfuckers better act like you know
Yeah, these other niggas cool, but they ain't Loso)
You know

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy:]
You know you doing something right when they gossiping every night (night)
Back and forth shit niggas caught up in all the hype
Niggas don't know shit about shit
Let these motherfuckers know every chance I get
Bitch, I'm self made (that's right)
See, I pried myself then I got paid (paid)
Then I copped me a Lex, then I got laid (WOO!)
Mars tried to catch me slipping, I almost got sprayed (sprayed)
They ain't playing around here, this ain't the arcade (HA-HAAAA!)
See, half of these niggas really bitch made
Talking like they open keys with a switchblade (daaamn!)
Put 'em on Netfix where them movies are (yeeeah)
Fuck you know about bricks? You a movie star (OH!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Fabolous:]
You niggas trying to get noticed (hah), I'm here to be remembered (remember)
Came through in June, they still talking in December (remember)
Ain't no weak links over here
We all solid, nigga, we the Cuban links over here
We don't blink over here
We've seen it all and y'all ain't seen shit yet (y'all ain't seen shit)
Little niggas trying on my shoes, they don't fit yet (they don't fit)
When you get shit, guess that's how shit get (oh yeah?)
Trigger finger to your pussies, get your shit wet
Straight up, I ain't never been a slouch, nigga
And your wifey just hit me; ouch, nigga
Putting footprints all up in the couch, nigga
Shit these shoes cost more than the couch, nigga

[Bridge]

[Hook]
 
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"You Made Me"
(feat. Tish Hyman)

"You Made Me"
(feat. Tish Hyman)



[Fabolous & Tish Hyman:]
I think we all try to be good people.
But it's just thing you go through that make you who you are
Nigga this is how you made me
(This is how you, this is how you, this is how you made me)
Nigga this is how you made me
(This is how you, this is how you, this is how you made me)

[Hook - Fabolous (Tish Hyman):]
Hol' up
Last time I trust a nigga he betrayed me
Last time I trust a bitch, she played me
Pardon me if I've been on one lately
Yeah, this is how you niggas made me
(This is how you, this is how you, this is how you made me)
This is how you made me [x4]

[Fabolous:]
Thinking 'bout my old girlfriend, lil mama played me
Left me for some light skin Kev with a Mercedes
Back then I didn't have no whip, had to upgrade me
Now I got those white boy M's, she ain't as shady
Well karma is a bitch baby
Oh you wasn't tryna chill hoes? (Remember that?)
One day karma kicks you in the ass
And I hope she wearing steel toes
Tried to have my head all twisted, won't let 'em braid me
I just gotta be who I be, don't let it jade me
Life gave me lemons, it's time to lemonade me
Music to my ears, the lies just serenade me
And what they done to me, I done it to the next
What goes around is coming to you next
I dress like I'ma run into my ex
And every time I run into her flex, uh

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
Your boy tried to fuck me over, thought we was homies
Guess he was a h-o-e when I say hoemies
Niggas get some money then act like they don't know me
Got a new phone, cut off the old phonies
They ain't never pick up for me when I used to call
And they ain't never pass the 'roc when they used to ball
And they ain't never help me up when I used to fall
Kept tryna do it big, fuck gettin' used to small
After the success it's like yes they used to know me
Now it ain't no 'Neneh nigga, I got Naomi
Shoulda paid attention before you nigga owe me
Since you down there on your knees, go ahead and blow me
Suck a dick, tell a hater suck a dick
Just a hood nigga that hit a fuckin' lick
I keep my head up and I ain't never duckin' shit
I'm self made, I don't owe a mother fucker shit, boi

[Hook]

[Tish Hyman:]
This is how you made me
Niggas say I'm actin' crazy
But this is how you made me
So don't try to change me
But nigga this is how you made me
Nigga this is how you made me
Nigga this is how you made me, nigga
This is how ya, this how ya made me nigga [x4]
 
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"Young & Sexy"
(feat. Mikey Shorey, Pharrell Williams)

"Young & Sexy"
(feat. Mikey Shorey, Pharrell Williams)



[Intro - Fabolous]
Young money on the floor! Trak money on the beat
That's right man, the young and sexy
You're only young as you feel, haha, ya know?
Let's get it in, 25 and younger

[Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Pharrell Williams)]
I see you smiling shorty, I see it in your eyes
Security let her through, trust me man she's alright
(She's alright, she's alright, she's alright)
(Cause she's gon ride, she's gon ride, she's gon ride)

[Fabolous - 2x]
To the beat y'all! Till the motherfucking champagne and weed is gone!

[Verse - Fabolous]
I'm so VIP, and Notorious for doing it B.I.G. girl
You ain't gotta see ID, I'm a rich young man
Clean button up wit the rich young pairs
Out of you young ladies, which one can - do it to the beat y'all
Young niggaz get funny, just to get a name
So you know I came with the heat y'all!
You know I got a little money, got a little fame
But you know I came from the streets y'all
If you wanna act funny, I can do the same
And when Pharrell let the beat fall
Let me see you get your hands up high y'all
Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all
For the young sexy and fly y'all
Roll another one, let's get high y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse - Fabolous]
From the high heels to low cuts
To the dude in the fast car wit the slow strut girl
They wanna catch J. Jackson
But the money's longer than a stretch Maybach Benz
They say I'm fly enough to do better
But pimp enough to not give a fuck
They say I'm old enough to know better
But young enough to not give a fuck
Tell Stella to move back, if she want Her Groove Back
I get my young man on, then the young man gone
Let's get money again, and even if you ain't
I'll make you feel twenty again, so!
Let me see you get your hands up high y'all
Just like you're reaching for the sky y'all
For the young sexy and fly y'all
Take another shot, let's get high y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse - Fabolous]
I'm too young to be sprung
And you can tell I'm too blessed to be stressed
My move is too smooth, on top of that I dress to impress
The walk is so chilled, not to mention the Talk is so Real
We all gotta get old, but before I do I'm a ball outta control
Live young! die rich! woo!

[Chorus]
 
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"Young OG"

"Young OG"


Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah

The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)
Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory
They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry
And talkin' 'bout, "man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)
Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it
Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)
That's why they call me Young OG
And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT
And fuck them niggas online, reply why?
Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh

[Outro - Excerpt from the movie "Baby Boy":]
"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world... and you don't know shit
I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good
When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realestate
Stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value
What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it
That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!
Lil dumb motherfuckers" [echoes]
 
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"Young OG II"
(feat. Abir Haronni)

"Young OG II"
(feat. Abir Haronni)



[Hook - Abir Haronni:]
Troubled tears, they'll land you there
Open your eyes it's all a disguise
The fear that you feel, is not real, not real
The fear that you feel, is not real, no
Similar sky, similar ties
But I know all about you, I do

Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me
There's levels to this shit, it's different categories
Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie
They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, "Man that nigga don't deserve that shit"
Like "I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit"
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit
That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some
I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it
But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it
Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it
Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, "I didn't do it"
That's why they call me "Young OG"
And I'ma spit this dope shit until my tongue OD
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah
And fuck them niggas online, reply why
Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi

[Hook]

My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning
I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him
One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him
I test him all the time and I never warn him
I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em
Pops vision; the bottoms crowded, the top isn't
We talk guap missions, cops prison
I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician
Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live
Not with that mentality, that something gotta give
Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers
Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger
Still, scared that you could get killed
That fear that you feel, was that real
But I'm there like, I will not get killed
So that fear that I feel, is not real boy
I'ma true King, tryna raise a new king
I wanna show him stuff , how to do things
How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings
How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing
Gotta have a OG, to give you that "Go 'head"
I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head
I know all about that, my Poppa wasn't down
Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now
Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't 'round
So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round
Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too
Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do
Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet
Before it goes down, I make sure that my son set
You made so strong, you made this whole song
You made me Young OG, love you Johan

[Hook]
 
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"Young'n"

"Young'n"


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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

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

[Verse 3]

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

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