Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can You Hear Me, artist - Fabolous. Album song Real Talk (123), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Can You Hear Me |
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 Ya 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 diffrent 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 Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't there to take the fault 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, Leanin with one in his head |
And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin’shit |
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it’s fucked up 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 alot of Ice on it |
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around |
Its 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 now 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 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 thats doing a state biddin |
who did more than his share of dirt in the world |
enough to make a nigga think about hurtin’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 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 |