Fabolous - Can You Hear Me lyrics

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"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

[Chorus - 2X]

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