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Fabolous

Can You Hear Me

 

Can You Hear Me

(album: Real Talk - 2004)


[Chorus:]
'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya
Some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha
Like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song
To my niggaz laid out, 'til my niggaz lay down
Can you hear me?
I know you hear me

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time, we was on some different shit
'Cuz you was with a bitch, that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit, and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose, when it came to those hoes
And I'm your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fo' fo' lost for ya
But if you hear me, I dedicate this song for ya
He was setup in a stick up, by a girl he used to pick up
On the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up
They found him in his pickup, pants down and dick up
Leaning with one in his head, and one in his chest
One of the best at this hussling shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with a lot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it
When he come around it's likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back, without blowing back
And know I'm black, I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50, nice ass, great titties
Face pretty, everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer that's doing a state biddy
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about, hurting his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle, to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have, who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about, how he moving on a route
About running with them same niggaz smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And it's fucked up

[Chorus x2]

done

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