Fabolous

[fox69]

"Feel Like I'm Back"

"Feel Like I'm Back"


[Intro:]
Aye my nigga, do me a favor. (What's that my nigga?)
If you happen to bump into the streets
Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that.)
I appreciate that (My nigga)

Na nana na, nana nana na [4x]

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

[Verse 1:]
Hey hey hey hey
I take it in
I blow it out
On the courthouse steps after they throw it out
Bentley waitin by the curb, I spurr it out
Doors don't open they self, the chauffeur get out
My exhale made ayething a foggy blur
I make my way thru the reporters and photographers
I take my lady's hand, I shake my attorney's
Slide in the back seat and let's begin this journey
Told the driver hold off before we pushed out
I let my window down and out comes a kush cloud
Any last words?
Justice has been served
Now back to the streets that's what the hustlers deserve

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

[Verse 2:]
Hey hey hey hey
I ain't lose a step
I ain't miss a beat
Thugs have emotions, we miss the streets
We kiss the heat
We love the block
We rubberband the money, we black glove the glock
I'm screamin free at last, free at last
She used to send me pictures so I could see that ass
That's real talk, that's a real bitch
Fly as I left, the minx still fit
They know my name but in case they didn't know so
Appear in a casket courtesy of Loso
So, you should have your shit packed
Im'ma need ya to not be here when I get back

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

[Verse 3:]
Hey hey hey hey
Aye daddy's home after a long day
I'm from the hood, I came a long way
But I ain't goin back, I'm just visitin
I hear the streets talkin, I'm just listenin
If they ain't talkin money, I'm out my business then
If dying what it is, then what is it then?
I'm out here grizzyin, swizzyin
It's me bitches, sittin in a phantom
Got the streets back but I didn't pay the ransom
My father who fathered you treat you like my grandson
I came back for it like I left it nigga
You try me you get more than a Efa F it nigga

[Chorus:]
Well alright, okay
I've been gone, and away
For too long, a mistake
But right now, I feel awake
I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)

Na nana na, nana nana na [8x]

 

[fox69]

"Fire (Remix)"
(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)

"Fire (Remix)"
(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)



[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
["what" - repeated in background]
[female voice: "yeah" - repeated]

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here

[Chorus - Joe Budden (female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus)]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
["yeah" - repeated]
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2 - Paul Cain]
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly

[Chorus (female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break)]

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your lungs stop, breathe easy

[Chorus]

[Break - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
[female voice - "yeah" - repeated]
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

"woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - [repeated until end]

 

[fox69]

"First Time"
(feat. Rihanna)

"First Time"
(feat. Rihanna)



[Chorus: Rihanna]
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
The First Rhe First The First

The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist

I Knew I Was Meant For This
The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You

Wooh... I Think Everybody Remember The First Time
I Do, Its Irresistable, Its Unstoppable
Guess Who, First Time Fab
Sound Like You Hear Me For The First Time Again Baby (Haha)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
My First Time Checkin You, Only Took A Second To
Start Inspectin You, Without Disrespectin You
Wasn't Inspectin You, To Say It Was Affectin You
What You Wearin Got Me Starin Like You Butt Naked Boo
It May Seem, Like I Dont Even Reckon You
But I Day Dream, About Kissin On The Neck Of You
Style Is Impeccable, Smile Is Incredible
Ain't Nothin' Like Ya, And Baby I Done Met A Few You
The Way I Feel Its Almost Like Crush (Crushh)
My Heart Beats Faster Its Almost Like A Rush (Rushh)
And Thats Just When You In A In A Room
I Could Tell When You Round By The Scent Of Ya Perfume
I See Why They Put These R&B Songs Together
I Feel Like Mariah "We Belong Together"
Its My Pleasure, I Treasure, That I Met Ya
Bet Ya I Could Get Ya On The First Time

[Rihanna:]
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This

The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Now I Rememba Datin The First Time Was Intimidatin No Rush Doe I Spend Da Hol Nov.
Waitin Come On.. Look At The Patience Dat Im Demonstratin Afta A Week Or 2 I Usally

Start Eliminatin But We Got Thru Da Convo On Da Phone Now We Finally Chillin On A
Condo All Alone I Tried To Be Expressive With Out Bein Aggressive Jus Being

Suggestive A Lil More Impressive And Im A Good Playa I Listen To Da Coach He Sho Me
Da Play Book And Said Dis Is Da Approach If U Ever Wanna Score Cuz Some Players

Rush They Shots Dats Why Dey Neva On Da Floor N Dats Y We Both Feelin
Comfortable Like Long Time Friends Only Been A Month R 2 I Got Moves And I No When

2 Make Em But I Only Give Em If I Knou Could Take Em (Uh Oh)

[Rihanna:]
The First Time You Kissed My Lips
The First Time Your Finger Tips
Touchin' Me Couldn't Resist
I Knew I Was Meant For This

The First Time You Held Me Close
The First Time I Couldn't Say No
So Lossed In Side Of You I Knew
I Was Met For You

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Now Before Da First Time We Layed Down In Da Bed U Aint Know Da Kinna Thing Dat
Playd Around In My Head I Aint Play Around Wen I Said U Gun Member Dis Might Even

Turn Ya Self On Wen U Remenice Our First Time We Were Like Virgins With
Expirence A Lil Shy But I Urged U To Expierement Things Got Weta (Oh) I Mean Betta

(Oh) Im Gettin Numb Im A Bout Ccccome On Now Not Yet Boo Slo Down We Jus Stepped
In Da Ring Need A Few Mo Rounds Dats Da First Time It Felt Like Dat Now U Kno Why

Fabolous Is Spelled Like Dat (Yeaah)

 

[fox69]

"For The Love"

"For The Love"


[Intro: x2]
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

 

[fox69]

"For The Summer"

"For The Summer"


Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer
Now I need me a boo thing for the summer
We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer
You can't tie me up though
Shit I don't even tie shoe strings for the summer
I just let 'em hang like a new chain for the summer
Speaking of I doubled the Cubans for the summer
Black girlfriend like 'Really, 2 Chainz for the summer?'
But I done blew change on a few things that was dumber
That's why it's cash rules like it's Wu-Tang for the summer
With that said I might cop two things for the summer
They both gon' be blacker than Luol Deng for the summer
And then I'm nicknaming 'em Hussein & Osama
That's a Saudi and an Afghan, new slang for the summer
That's the Audi and the Aston's new names for the summer
Cup in my hand, it's D'usse for the summer
Every night a dark night, I'm Bruce Wayne for the summer (Lord)

Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Brand new kicks and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress
Runnin' game like the summer tournaments
Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on the bench (Lord)

This all or nothin' for the summer
Just cop it, we ain't cuffin' for the summer
Playlist poppin', let it shuffle for the summer
Me and this fly chick with a duffle for the summer (Lord)
Ass like a carry-on, marijuana marathon
On them nice Saturday's people be gettin' married on
But we just tryna catch the party, flip it like a spatula shawty
Got bands, matching Carty’s, strippers like the bachelor parties
I'mma butt smacker when I’m off the nutcracker
Barry Sanders on hoes, hell of a cut backer
Slut back up, too much act up
Ain't no cash behind you, I got too much backup
I mean paper keep coming, can't do nuttin' but stack it
Swag too crazy, can't do nuttin' but jack it
My studio's a padded room, I'm flowin' like I had a shroom
Should've dropped this for summer like the son I had in June (Lord)

Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Brand new kicks and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress
Runnin' game like the summer tournaments
Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on the bench (Lord)

Ayo, L.A. for the winter, New York City for the summer
Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number
No time for hopin' you call
I mean girl you so dope I might go through withdrawal
Fall in love for the summer then elope in the fall
You ain't even gotta pack soon as they open the mall
She can hit it, she could get it, she could get it, yeah
It's too early for the title but feel like we committed
It's the B-K Nets games at the Barclays
Bustin' off in the bed, soundin' like eight-K's
Brrrat, brrrat, brrrat
All up in it like 'where it at?'
Never had a real one in your life, took care of that
When you fuckin' with the gold chains on you hear that
Bling, bling, every time I hit it from the back
Bling, bling, fuck around and go another round ding, ding
Yeah that money got me on my Mayweather
Going for the winter at least until that May weather
It's too cold back home, I had to stay weather
Never did this before, don't ever say never

[Fab:] Hey so um, what you doin' for the win'er?
[Female:] What you wan' do?
[Fab:] I don't know what you doin', You know I wanna take you to L.A. for the win'er
[Female:] I don't know what you're talkin' about, taking me to L.A
[Fab:] You know what I'm talkin' about. I'mma take you to L.A
[Female:] I don't know you. Where I know you from?
[Fab:] Look you ain' never had somebody that wanted you to be with them...
[Female:] No, I don't know you
[Fab:] Are you sure that you was good?
[Female:] No. This guy's crazy
[Fab:] See I know what it is,you ain' never had a real one
[Female: mumbling]
[Fab:] I ain't never had a real one til you

 

[fox69]

"Foreigners"
(feat. Meek Mill & Mike Davis)

"Foreigners"
(feat. Meek Mill & Mike Davis)



[Mike Davis]
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When we be drivin foreign through ya county

Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When I'm keepin them foreign girls around me

[Fabolous]
When a hater talk (what they talkin), that's a foreign language (what, what)
When the money talks (uh huh), now it's more my language (what's up)
Yea we ridin dirty (ridin dirty), but the 40 stainless (bang bang)
I let you niggas tell it (but what), but the story always changes (like what)
Like once upon a time, in that 458 wit Prime (woo)
Might of been that four door with Sue (woo)
Or was that Web's CL coupe (woo)
It coulda been Ocean in the Aston (uh huh)
Or Ruggs Beamer gassin (uh huh)
I know them cars is foreign in the stable (I know)
Them girls is foreign at the table (I know)
Them Russian girls so cold (so cold)
Them Italian chicks was mobbin (they mobbin)
Them Spanish mami's loco (she cray)
These Africans a problem
Ya wanna live ma life style
Can't, tell if, I should, get it, plain or, iced out, ow!

[Mike Davis]
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When we be drivin foreign through ya county

Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When I'm keepin them foreign girls around me

[Meek Mill]
Can't name a drug that I ain't sell
Court cases I ain't tell
I carried home, I got rich
They still hatin I ain't fail
So it's fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Don't run up on me you ain't 12
And if you is pull yo badge out
These hittas wit me, can't tell
A hater can't say nothin bout me
North side of Philly they found me
Gun on my hip I'm still reppin it cause wit the same couple niggas around me
Mac wit a drum and it round me
Keep these fuck from niggas round me
Cause niggas gone talk like they hoes
And half of my homies done turned to my foes

[Fabolous]
Hold up!
Had to put chrome on these Rolls
Had to put stones on these Rolls
Had to stay down for my niggas
Had to put on for these hoes
Y'all wanna live ma life style
Send a, jet, bitch, we ain't, bookin, flights, now, now

[Mike Davis]
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When we be drivin foreign through ya county

Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When I'm keepin them foreign girls around me

Y'all wanna live my life style
Never seen a foreign, never seen her ass out
Never seen so many niggas throwin cash out
All my niggas drivin foreigns so we spazz out

Y'all wanna live my life style
Never seen a foreign, never seen her ass out
Never seen so many niggas throwin cash out
All my niggas drivin foreigns so we spazz out

Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
A hater can't never say nothin around me
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
When we be drivin foreign through ya county

 

[fox69]

"Forgive Me Father"

"Forgive Me Father"


Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's a lot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

Maybe cause I'm eatin, and these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline for these scrubs
So they seen my Aston leanin' on dubs
And they can't afford chrome, so they puttin' vasoline on they hubs
I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin' so much cash and cream in the club
And don't pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much, to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin' a tab, and pullin' a sticker
Every May I'm switchin' the tags, and pullin' up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin' the mags, with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitatin' homie, I'm pullin' it quicker
So you can act tough, after a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin' on niggas
And they won't be goin' nowhere for a while, they might as well pull out a snicker
Ye-Ye-Yea

[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

Anywhere the kid move, you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg, that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the scope its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements
Nigga!

[Chorus]

I'm in a waggy when I'm passin' by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin' stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine, to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin' ya
I got the gatling gun, like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler, I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearin' the walls up in your miss
In exchange for a small cup of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin' a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe, with a roof, that ball up like a fist
Catch up!

[Chorus]

Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this fuckin' money man
It's a lot of fuckin' money over here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)

 

[fox69]

"From Nothin' To Somethin' Intro"

"From Nothin' To Somethin' Intro"


Yesssss...

[Intro 2X: Fabolous]
Nigga the slump is over, we winnin again
Bring some money out homey, we spend again
Wipe the frown off shorty, we grinnin again
Did he say again? Yesssss... we winnin again

[Fabolous]
I'm ridin through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin
Me I'm just acknowledgin, with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick, who belong, on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin, but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a fuck, I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar, you might be familiar
with a few faces but they still the nine milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy bruh
I do more than William Bryant, I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not, really the, kid at all
But I hope you get it y'all, I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all
What I don't get at all, is what these critics call
stuntin, don't mean nuttin, they don't live her like they read it y'all
It ain't the car, it's the way it's kitted y'all
Meanin it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang, if not expect this bang
But all this wreckless slang, it don't effect us mayne
They build you up to break you down, it's just like Tetris mayne~!
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal, I is the important deal
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's Jordan deal
I'm young mellow game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nuttin into somethin, you can do it too
This the music that you do it to, 'Lo-so

 

[fox69]

"Fuck 'Em All"
(feat. Red Cafe)

"Fuck 'Em All"
(feat. Red Cafe)



[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)

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Wit' Street Fam"
(feat. Neo Da Matrix)

"Fuck Wit' Street Fam"
(feat. Neo Da Matrix)



{"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!