Fabolous

[fox69]

"Can't Deny It"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Can't Deny It"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

[Fabolous]
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go

[Chorus]

[Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)]
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
that can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it

[Fabolous]
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
that ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still

[chorus]

Yea
That's right
Yea, ok

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Let You Go"
(feat. Lil Mo)

"Can't Let You Go"
(feat. Lil Mo)



[Fabolous]
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put on show's to get ovations.
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put some on your neck to thank ya
Shes my pinch hitta
When the startin lineup aint playin right
I come off the bench wit her
It might sound like im gassin ya
But it takes time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey's
A little bit uptight
Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight
But i said it'll be alright (come on)

[Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Lil Mo)]
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong.
But i can't let ya go
Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
Already got a wife (got a wife)
Can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let ya go

[Fabolous]
You aint ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So i made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, i'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So i cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly ring
Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things
I aint gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm your man while on Springer.
At first you were somethin i denied
Something I would slide
Just do somethin in the ride
But shorty
Theres something that you provide
Cause the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know.

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She wont care if im a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the car celly
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly

[Lil Mo]
You know I care for you
Anytime this chick is there for you
Feelings im'ma share wit you
Which makes it a little more clear for you

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Let You Go (Remix)"

"Can't Let You Go (Remix)"


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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Change Up"
(feat. Akon)

"Change Up"
(feat. Akon)



[jail bars slam shut]
[Akon] Konvict

[Fabolous]
We never change over here
Street Fame, Konvict

[Chorus 1: Akon]
If I'm your man, then you're my man
And we ain't gotta worry 'bout where we stand
But you crossed the man, you forced my hand
And changin who I am ain't part of my plan
Cause I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo
Said I will not change up.. change up.. nooooooo

[Chorus 2: Akon]
Now I don't know if I should hug him or slug him now
And I don't know if I should cap him or dap him now
But I know that it's feelin funny now
Maybe it's cause I'm gettin this money now
You see things ain't the same
I said things ain't the same (nah)
No, things ain't the same (nah)
And I know I ain't changed

[Fabolous]
Yo, I make the money, but don't let it make me
So even if I go broke nigga you couldn't break me
Watch how long it take me to jump back on my feet
Peep, quick is when the barrels jump back on the heat
Y'all don't wanna see me jump back in the street
So be happy that I rock them slumped back in the seats
Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny
That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money

[Chorus 1]

[Fabolous]
Some niggaz change when they get change, funny when they get money
Switch when they get rich, strayed when they got paid
Ha~! But I stresses you to holla
Cause they never made bullet proof vest-es out of dollars
We never change, this is us every day
I call them boys up, they gon' bust every 'K
They ride high like them cust' Chevrolets
Like O-Wax for Kaine, lookin for his cousin killers
I got a dozen peelers for niggaz who doesn't feel us
I changed for a reason but homey it wasn't scrilla
They can't say that nuttin changed but my clothes
Oh, I'm lyin, I do change up my hoes
I pitch game you should see the change-up I throws
And gotta get 'em a ring to get 'em to swing
I'm a team player, if I win then we won
And they gon' put us all in the Hall of Fame when we done

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

[Fabolous]
Money can't buy happiness but it's a damn good down payment
I don't talk much, feel like I'm around agents
... the game ain't what it used to be
I'm the same but these lames ain't used to me
Them other niggaz, be full of theyselves
Get money and disappear, try to pull a Chappelle
Well - I ain't hidin I'm ridin; I ain't duckin I'm buckin
I ain't hangin I'm bangin; I ain't willin I've done it

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

 

[fox69]

"Change You Or Change Me"

"Change You Or Change Me"


Uhh, you know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some people change for the better
Some people change for the worse
But umm,
Some people need to make that change
You know what I mean?
Change is good sometimes.
You know?

Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I ain't givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm gnat-nosed
It probably don't seem like I struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd loved you
Is beggin' for your autographs and screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin' through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?

[Chorus:]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you

Why would I change? I ain't step out of Superman's phone booth
To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth
I'm speakin' the known truth
I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof
Why would I feel like I'm a stranger?
And why should I feel like I'm in danger?
And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right
Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites
I ain't blind from the limelight
I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right
People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful
But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
I'm playin', the game, like I'm, supposed
Stayin', the same, like I'm, supposed
Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler
One million customers, and I still bust at ya

[Chorus]

Why would I change? when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few dowmuls and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two have become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin' the Bed-Stuyvesant veterans
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed, fans to being the crowd
How could my head be in the clouds?
It's strange, what the fame'll do
But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you

[Chorus]

I'm the same nigga man
Same nigga, that ridin' with you
Niggas that's fuckin' with you
I'm still fuckin' with you niggas
The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like
Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy
Don't let this game change you nigga...

 

[fox69]

"Church"

"Church"


[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
to listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Fabolous

[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach
[Rev.:] Fabolous
[Fab:] Preach Brother preach
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church
[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh

[Verse 1]
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?
Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool
If not you gotta walk like a runway fool
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..
..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They should make scriptures wit my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya
Church

[Reverend preaching]
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
pimps that take what they want
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps

[Verse 2]
I feel like the angel of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's like I was put here to put layers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put pairs in the rear
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of relief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the club I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in
God loves me

[Reverend preaching]
Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an international ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?

[Verse 3]
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
soon as it get in they nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans
You prolly got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen

[Reverend talking]
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous
Bitch ass motherfuckers
[fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Cinnamon Apple"
(feat. Kevin Hart)

"Cinnamon Apple"
(feat. Kevin Hart)



[Hook x2:]
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong
My cinnamon apple, said you know you did me wrong

Look I wanna take y'all back to 7th grade, middle school
Skinny kid that everybody knew
I was a lil' cool
Had my intial ring, gold chain, my lil' jewels
What was more than most had so I never got ridiculed
This was '89, matter fact it was '90
Crack was already huge, the streets start getting grimey
But I wasn't in that world then
I'm 13, all I'm thinkin' bout is Nike's, basketball and my girlfriend
Yeah, who at the time was Tia Williams
And she had no idea that one day I would see a million
This is a teengae love, few months but we was buildin'
She was grown, I was the man but we was children
She had ass though, I mean for her age or whatever
She wore my ring some times like we engaged or whatever
And this the "No, you hang up first" dial tone era
Your mom's pick up and say "Hang up my house phone" era
And I hated that, how you gon' scream in my baby ear
That pretty lil' brown skin girl with the baby hair
As we was going steady, my sex drive was so Andretti
She a virgin but I feel like it's time, I know she ready
He ain't got much experience, but she don't know that
That boy's chance is coming up, I hope he don't blow that
I'm waiting for the opportunity, mama at work
Start with a kiss, then I'm in her shirt, next I'm in her skirt
You know that always heard that the first time gonna hurt
That's what she heard from her cousin, 'lotta told her it doesn't
And so to me, it's just a matter of time
That Tia gon' give it up to me and that'll be mine
But one day I was absent, I came back to school
Learned that, I left the man but I came back the fool
They said that "Tia did some bullshit, I mean did y'all speak?"
She cut school, lost her virginity, some kid named Khalif
An I'm stuck... Like what the fuck?
I ain't hear that my girl did what?
But had to act like I ain't care
Felt like I wanted to cry, but nah I ain't tear
That first time I learned that trust ain't a must if I ain't there
And of course we broke up, she moved on, I did the same
I ended up with some next girl, forget her name
Which probably isn't right, cause we used to get along
But I remember Tia, cause she did me wrong

[Hook]

[Kevin Hart:]
And you gon' leave me, for some fuckin nigga? Huh?! I thought you loved me.
You was supposed to be my cinnamon apple. my cinnamon apple!
Baby you gon' leave me for some nigga! Huh for some nigga!
Get out of the car bitch. You gon' leave me?! You grimey son

 

[fox69]

"Click & Spark"

"Click & Spark"


[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
(uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
whachu bout to witness
[Fab] F A B O L O U S
[Clue] (O L O U S!)
[Clue] Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh)
the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo)
Come on man!!

[Fabolous]
My gun go click and spark
Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park
Son those slick remarks, gon' get you
Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!)
Ya walk through my p's and karats
Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots
Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip
And strap the beam underneath
When I ride through, ya dont see no lid
I put snipers on the roof like Nino did
All it takes is some c-note slid
To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid
I dont scream it in a rough tone
I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs
Every hustler on this planet (?)
Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga

uh, yea
F A B, O L O U S
yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh

[Verse 2]
These niggaz gots to be punched
Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch
If I let this diablo door raid
I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway
See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay
We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway
Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz
See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
No you cant take the coupe wit ditches
Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous
Please, I get my dollar from the hersey
I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey
You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin
Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin'
Who else can it be spellin it at them
You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid

 

[fox69]

"Closing Prayer (Outro)"
(feat. DJ Drama)

"Closing Prayer (Outro)"
(feat. DJ Drama)



[DJ Drama]
As we now give our final words
And lay the competition to rest
I just want you all to know
that you're in good hands
There's really no need to mourn
They weren't that good anyway
But I promise you if you leave the streets
in the hands of Fabolous a/k/a Funeral Fab
You will never have to worry about whack product again
And I guarantee
We will continue
to kill, the competition

 

[fox69]

"Cuffin Season"

"Cuffin Season"


Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss

[Hook:]
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
Told these hoes I'll be back around June
Told these hoes I'll be back around June
Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter
Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up
Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter

[Verse 1:]
You was in La Marina all summer
You was up in toxic all summer
Now it's getting chilly, that's the fall coming
Now a nigga get a call from her
What's up? How you been? How was summer? how that end
I'm like some bitch stringing me along like a violin
She was too busy hosting, on Instagram posting
Hashtag no filter AKA ho filter
With the innocent face, but she so guilty (she did it)
Now I'm a take her in like a ho shelter
When there's a few niggas that I know killed her
4 Celtics, Knicks guard, you know Felton
This nigga in Atlanta AirTran'd her, no delta
Been naughty all year trying to end it nicely
Summer hoes turning into winter wifeys

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
You was in club Liv every Sunday, you was in KoD every Monday
Just like Lil Wayne said: "Liv on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday"
Oh, you been working out? You think I'm dumb or what?
I know how a winter gut turn into a summer butt
She bartend, he paid for the shots
Budwieser limearita for the thots
Hard dick and bazooka, maybe a little hooka
She thinking Philippe, I'm think chipotle
I heard bitches commit sin for chipotle
Every rapper in a cypher, every player in a huddle
You really wanna fuck, but you say you want to cuddle
You posing like you balling, but you really in a struggle
Your captions be deep, but you shallow as a puddle
Turn down for what?

[Hook]