Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003) by Fabolous (보컬) on maniadb.com

[DJ Clue]
Yeah its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm. Fabolous, the album Street
Dreams. I mean we all street dream sometime or anutha. You know, fast
cars,cash,women,livin the life. My boy Fabolous, he livin the street dream yo.

I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto

I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on
Oh somethings turning his mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on
Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump
I'm particulary picky
When it come to licky licky
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.)
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.)

(Chorus)
Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Thug enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a fuck
Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuck

Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know
everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance
these dudes don't stand a chance
when I pull up like the pamper brand
those under lambo slants
wit a mad dam from france
wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants
who else be in new york wit Miami tans
got everybody doin the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
this is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna f wit me
(please believe it)
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be
(believe it please)

(Chorus)

I'm introduced to yo women friends (hello)
Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh)
Like them bootz made by timbaland
Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed
Ya'll players get used to the scrimmagin
Not one of them jesus' got lemon gems?
You know Ya'll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine
I prove lettin with the semi can
Boost my adrenaline
You'll never have use with that hand again
Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso)
Me gusta le bejamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
I'm turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them
But right now you can lie and gossip to
And later on be the guy who the mobs look to
And right now you can try and prosecute
But later on you gon die in the hospital

(Chorus)

Call Me"

Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit)
I usually don’t get to rag um (uh)
But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right)

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)

This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)

Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that)

Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the fuck)
I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance”

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)

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 something 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 took 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
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

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

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 ya man 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
Cuz the entre ain't as good
without something on the side ya' know

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's go

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 carsely
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly

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

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's go -

Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh

[Fabolous]
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops

[Paul Cain]
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides

[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
Off the love I can't

[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

[Paul Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta

[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this g

"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Intro: Fabolous]
Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

[Hook: Fabolous]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
Uh..

(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!

They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!

[Missy Elliott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)

[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)

[Missy Elliott]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main

[Chorus]

(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x)
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)

(verse: fabolous)
aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me
im feelin like i can do what i want now
dip-low immunity
shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me
take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly
youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V
cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe
lets put on a live strip show just you and me
but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he?
they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
say "sure" and be me
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon


(chorus 2: fabolous (2X)
this is my party
so get fly if you want to
get high if you want to cause i know you want to
put your hands up as high as you want to
and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo"

(verse: fabolous)
i dont know about yall
but we doin it over here
all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here
cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here
ladies movin it over there movin it over here
i can fit a few ina rovers rear
we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this
you see why we asks is to see ID
cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me i relax this (easy)
cause im used to ballin
you could tell that these guys need practice
but if it was a problem then i would confront you
you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to"
but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook
their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book

(chorus 2)

(verse fabolous)
oh yeah! wes off the richter scale
hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well
and everybody, up north thats sick in jail
i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail
the street family speed off six SL's
to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo"
shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell
and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view
girl i know that these guys say they want you
if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday
same hoes from yesterday
lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday
her hangovers yesterday
you aint mistaken we in benzs today
but we had them range rovers yesterday

(chorus 2)

(ourtro: fabolous (to fade)
hey-hey-hey-yo.......
hey-hey-hey-yo.......

[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh)
Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are
really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh)
There's no one like you around ohh baby

[Fabolous]
Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo)
Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea)
Uh uh yea yea oh um

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews
now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few
vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now
Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow
I aint concerned with other men will do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude wit chu,
He better be a kin of you now
And I aint jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you

[Chorus: Tamia]
I really like
What you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like (I really like)
What you've done to me (Done to me)
I can't really explain it (Noo)
I'm so into you (Hey)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Come on ma
It's more than a flashin
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin
Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be
splashin(Oh baby)
The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin
The money we oughta be stashin
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it
My friends be thinkin I'm slippin
These girls be thinkin I'm trippin
What kinda weed he be smokin
What typa drinks you be sippin
Sweet thing
Jus to think of you dippin
Would have me wit the blues so hard
You would think I was cripin(ooo)
Now, you relaxin in the Benz
Credit cards wit no limits
So you don't worry about maxin when you spends
But since you been asking bout the friends
How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the
end (Yea baby oh I)

[Chorus: Tamia]
I really like (I really like)
What you've done to me (Done to me)
I can't really explain it (I cant explain)
I'm so into you (So into you)
I really like (I really like)
What you've done to me (Oooo yea)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

[Verse 3:Fabolous]
I don't wanna trip, but truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is
Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless
I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
Couple ballas look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress
you
Even though I was some what successful
Bein a player was becomin too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's
tainted
But I can't really explain it, uh yeah

[Chorus: Tamia]
(Oh I) I really like
(What you've) What you've done to me
(Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it
I'm so into you (I'm so into you)
I really like
What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me
I can't really explain it (Can't explain it)
I'm so into you

[Outro: Tamia]
I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo)
When I'm with you (With you)
You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea)
Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no
no)
Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I)

[Chorus: Tamia]
I really like
What you've done to me (What you)
(Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it)
(I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby)
I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me
yea)
I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no)
I'm so into you

[Tamia]
Oh I
Really like
Oh I can't
No no no
Into you I really like
What you've done to me
Really explain it

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

[Verse 1]
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 aint 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 ??
It probably don't seem like a 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 love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands 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

[Verse 2]
Why would I change? I didn'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 limelite,
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]

[Verse 3]
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 ?? 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 become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the
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 for 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...

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya

I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin him die slow
you need full clips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
but they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
till there's a murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?

[Chorus]
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck

my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you brother
then the newspapers put you all over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you could just kill a man

[Chorus]

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life

[Chorus]

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea

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

[Verse 1]
Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you 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 dont 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
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
And I aint 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 jewlery 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 theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again

[Verse 2]
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 soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats 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 dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm in a waggy with em 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 dont 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 jobs 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 alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)

Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah
Yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated

[Verse 1]
I can't deny it, you's a dick rider
You can never flow like me, blow like me
Why would a bitch like ya?
She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker
I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya
Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya
I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures
Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya
Excuse you, who's you?
If I need a stunt double I'll use you
Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes
Seperate the authentic from the replica flows
And the kid be places you could never be at
So that can never be this, and this can never be that
These niggaz got some audacity
Sell some records as fast as me
Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
Motherfucker

[Chorus (x2)]
Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)

So all that y'all can do is hate it

[Verse 2]
None of these wannabes really come close
I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
Everybody know this brother got it
Way before everybody and their mother got it
They still wonder how he sound like he do
If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too
'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right
But they not me
They hear how I spit it on a station
Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation
No, I can't make an appearance
Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
I'm what your label hoped it could be
That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real
Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill

[Chorus (x2)]

So all that y'all can do is hate it

[Verse 3]
I'm real
It's the way I talk, the way I walk
It ain't my fault
I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me
'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
Like I'm scared to drop at the same time
I'll show you how to do this young'n
I ain't frontin'
These Jordan's ain't comin'
It ain't nothin'
Keep the complaints comin'
Can't hop on my bandwagon
Jump in my blue flames
You should not try, you are not I
It's the dude with the Grammy grin
It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin
So won't the real Fabolous please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up

[Chorus (x2)]

So all that y'all can do is hate it

All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be down
And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now
Although there was a time I would barely see fowls
But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now
Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now
Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now
That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now
And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds
I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now
Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round
Everybody staring unnecessarily now
But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now

[Chorus - Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today your dream come true
You need me and I need you
Lovin' us is very special
Lovin' life and life and livin'
Your very special

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint
But since ya'll watches look like its movement
I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint
Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent
100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint
Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints
I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance
But ya'll gotta peep this rookie

Dont try to fuck wit me yall
Cause you cant
Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game
Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga
Uhh, Haha

[Verse 1]
Throwback this, Throwback that
It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti
And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti
When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks
So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train
The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain
I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose
I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals
They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there
I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear
The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs

[Chorus]
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at

[Verse 2]
I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder
Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder
And even the pimps be jealous
When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S.
And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest
This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest
When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i

[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah
Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do
Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas

[Verse 1]
Fab's livin' la vida loca
Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3
When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the fuck wanna beef
My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
"Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop"
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top
You niggas know where my heat stay at
I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at
C'mon

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Verse 2]
Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover
Now I lose V Money and C Lo
And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino
I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes
Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the Beamer [X5]
When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive
Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight
When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)
y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin
And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor
Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now
Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now
If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood
Keepin' it Gangsta
If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin' it Gangsta

[Chorus]
Y'all know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Y'all know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta