Fabolous - Can You Hear Me
Artist: Fabolous
Album: Real Talk
Song: Can You Hear Me
Typed By: Shot 21
CHORUS:
Though I aint wit ya, know that I miss ya. Somehow I carry on
I can still picture days I was wit ya, like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times, I dedicate this song
To my niggas laid down (to my niggas laid down)
Do you hear me, I know you hear me
VERSE 1
Now we was once 2 niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same line
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nine
But at the same time we was on some different shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ with
I told you sniff a bit and you would get a whiff of it
But you kept a closed nose, when it came to those hoes
And Im ya nigga so I tried to smell the wrong for ya
Wasnt there to take them fo fo longs for yo
But if ya hear me, I dedicate this song for ya
He was set up in a stick-up, by a girl he used to pick up
From tha upper Westside that used to help him chop a brick up
They found him in his pick-up, pants down and dick up
Leanin with one in his head, one in his chest
One of the best, at this hustlin shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch
And its fucked up
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I remember sellin 3 bricks of raw powder
Turned my man into a star in 24 hours
He didnt care, spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 in horse power
And a chain that had Christ on it
A rollie wit alotta ice on it, a pinkie ring wit a price on it
When he came around its likely that he blunted
With a pretty chick, and them Nikes that you wanted
Its well-known, he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
And if you speak with him you could pick up on his jail-tone
He used to say he wasnt goin back without blowin back
And knowin black, I wouldnt put it past him
The Ds would harass till he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired. Till the trigger fingers got tired
All the newspapers said was "another nigga dead"
And its fucked up
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Now you can catch her in a cherry red Eight Fiddy
Nice ass, great titties, face pretty
Everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats doin a state biddy
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin his girl
He used to tell his Queen to stay in the castle
Away from the hastle till the day that he pass through
Theres some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few year, thats until a few peers
Convinced her to come out and hang around New Years
Its been a while, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her mans co-defendant in the trial
Who started goin on about how he movin on the route
Runnin with them same niggas Smitty had warned her about
She slid off, told her girls she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And its fucked up
CHORUS x 2
Artist: Fabolous
Album: Real Talk
Song: Can You Hear Me
Typed By: Shot 21
CHORUS:
Though I aint wit ya, know that I miss ya. Somehow I carry on
I can still picture days I was wit ya, like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times, I dedicate this song
To my niggas laid down (to my niggas laid down)
Do you hear me, I know you hear me
VERSE 1
Now we was once 2 niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same line
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nine
But at the same time we was on some different shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ with
I told you sniff a bit and you would get a whiff of it
But you kept a closed nose, when it came to those hoes
And Im ya nigga so I tried to smell the wrong for ya
Wasnt there to take them fo fo longs for yo
But if ya hear me, I dedicate this song for ya
He was set up in a stick-up, by a girl he used to pick up
From tha upper Westside that used to help him chop a brick up
They found him in his pick-up, pants down and dick up
Leanin with one in his head, one in his chest
One of the best, at this hustlin shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch
And its fucked up
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I remember sellin 3 bricks of raw powder
Turned my man into a star in 24 hours
He didnt care, spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 in horse power
And a chain that had Christ on it
A rollie wit alotta ice on it, a pinkie ring wit a price on it
When he came around its likely that he blunted
With a pretty chick, and them Nikes that you wanted
Its well-known, he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
And if you speak with him you could pick up on his jail-tone
He used to say he wasnt goin back without blowin back
And knowin black, I wouldnt put it past him
The Ds would harass till he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired. Till the trigger fingers got tired
All the newspapers said was "another nigga dead"
And its fucked up
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Now you can catch her in a cherry red Eight Fiddy
Nice ass, great titties, face pretty
Everybody know that she date Smitty
A big time dealer thats doin a state biddy
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin his girl
He used to tell his Queen to stay in the castle
Away from the hastle till the day that he pass through
Theres some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few year, thats until a few peers
Convinced her to come out and hang around New Years
Its been a while, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her mans co-defendant in the trial
Who started goin on about how he movin on the route
Runnin with them same niggas Smitty had warned her about
She slid off, told her girls she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And its fucked up
CHORUS x 2
