Ghetto Fabolous

FABOLOUS lyrics

FABOLOUS lyrics

"Click & Spark Lyrics"

Hot House Ball Lyrics
We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas


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
Good Bye Lyrics
In a mirror of you Reflections of you You're showing what you feel like inside Need the power of two Just me and you An image that you hold in your mind Some time's you're wrong and then Some time's you're right You don't
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 James Lyrics
Kneel down Close your eyes hit the ground I want you to, to kneel all day alone in this desolate cave So I said Scream if you want to Cause no one is around I want you to To scream all day Cause there's elev
/> 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
It's My Life (Ending Song Moive 1) Lyrics
That song I loved... Daisuki datta ano uta... In the old tape... Furui teepu no naka... Small scratches, a faded title... Chiisana kizu, iroaseta... Blurred sunrise. Nijinda yoake. And then
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

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