Fabolous Lyrics (Mixtapes, Freestyles)

[MrAeko]

Ja, mal ein Thread für F-A-Beezy Lyrics, vor allem die Mixtape Tracks, von denen man oft keine Lyrics findet im Netz...

Fabolous - Loso's Way – Computer Love

Ouh man shorty, I **** this shorty man
The **** is that man? Damn!
I gotta holla at her man, I gotta holla at that
See what’s goin on, hold up, let me talk to this one for a minute man

(raps)

Scuse me girl, I don’t mean to button
And I aint tryin to make a scene and nuthin
But you got a face I done seen in magazines and somethin
Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin
some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin
In my direction, but I mean it’s nuthin
If you have another man, or have other plans
Other than, cruisin the city with this brother man
On the other hand, if you wanna get your feet rest
I take you where you goin I just need a steer adress
That got her to blush,
I told her if she not in a rush, i know this lil spot on the hush
She’s like a pop up, mixed with a hot club
You can pop up and it even got grub
I ride the top dubs, that do not rub
That usually get my top scrubbed in the hot tub
But Esther, kept makin these gestures
That niggas like me don’t even impress her
So I became the aggressor, started to press her
She worked for some investor who startin to stress her
Go to school but this her last semester
She even get harrassed by her college professor
She just want a toller Typ that’ll love her right
Said she passed on the spot like „maybe another night“
But : she aint in no hurry to had home
From there I was in her ear, just like headphones
So I inquired, what she desired
I started askin questions, like I was wired
And I could see, that she openin up to it
It’s late but I have a 8, hopin she up to it
She like „no I had dinner already“,
„but if it’s sauce at your crib I make a mean spaghetti“
Now I’m on the highway like Andre
Within a couple minutes we was back at the rest
I told her make herself at home, don’t act like a guest
She said „I know guys like you be attracting the best“
„But you don’t even know me, bet not try shit“
talkin with that attitude, rollin her eye shit
„You tryin to seduce me with all this fly shit
But it aint that easy to get up in my shit
Look, let it go course
I will use no force
Oh yeah, I forgot, I aint got no sauce
„See, you aint care about gettin the food
you was more about bringin me here, gettin me nude
I said „hold up babygirl, you gettin it screwed
That might have been on my mind but i didn’t be rude
She said „I can respect that, but I don’t expect that
Looked like you was tryin somthin so I had to check that“
I told her „Don’t trip though, we can move lighter than a tiptoe
And sippin on this hennessy and hypno
She started giggelin, Now i’m figurin,
I stay on my cool shit she might let a toller Typ in
I throw some more Jigga and Notorious Biggie in
A lot of ass wiggelin, titties jiggelin
Then she jumped on me and reached through my monkeys
I started kissin on her neck, grabbin her donkey
It’s bout to get funky, i’m tuggin on her zipper
She jumped up and got undressed quicker than a stripper
I aint rushed, I played with it like 20 minutes
Had my hand all up her like I left money in it
Had one of the fattest asses I seen
And was throwin it at me after them glasses of green
I layed back in the passenger lean
I’m fastin my jeans, she hit the pipe just as fast as a fiend
Then she hopped on your boy quick
Went up, down, round and round, all on the joystick
The girl screamin like she’s in labour
Hittin Mariah Noise that’ll wake up the neighbors
So now I’m ready to introduce her to the backshots
The Yac got me in and out her like the crackspot
I’m hittin that exact spot with the smackshots
I don’t know where she yellin like she hit the jackpot
To make the long story short I couldn’t control her ass
She came first I came last, rolled the grass
As I break the cush, I ask her for a math
She got up, grabbed her jeans bust them to her lap
said „you probably try every girl that’ll cross your path
I said „you trippin again, take a sipp on the henn“
Then this lil breezy came across greasy
„F-A-Beezy, you so easy!“
Matta fact sleezy, your game so cheesy
But a bitch can’t lie, the dick is off the heezy
Truthfully you pass through my block like every day
Same time, same coupe, I be on the same stoop
Watchin, knowin that I could have you If I wanted
You see me, there’s no doubt Ima be confronted
So today you finally opened your eyes
Hopin to try, to get me her open my thighs
This was a challenge for me, that wasn’t hard
And I know you probably could have ****ed a dozen broads
But you was my hoe tonight (me?)
And I got a toller Typ waitin up for me at home, so goodnight
Fab:
WOW! This bitches is crazy man (crazy, what the ****!)! This bitch gon tell me?
Listen to this shit son, this bitch gon tell me (Do you believe this shit?)
Yo, matter of fact, this shit don’t even matter man
Word up man, I got the ****in pussy anyway hahaha
(She was tryin to **** anyway, tryin to hide the ring on her finger or sumthin, hahaha
Dont let this bitch outta town man! I’m easy, I’m easy hahaha)

 

[MrAeko]

Fabolous - Poppin Them Thangs
Yeah! Street Family! Desert Storm! Brooklyn (Poppin Them Thangs in the back)
Fleetboy what’s hood?
Yeah, Uh, Yo, Uh

Raps:

The chedda’s on the waido
No security checks, they let us in Barbados
With berettas and 38 o’s
The Gucci sweaters cost a K though
They match the green and red timbs aka the letters in tomatoes
I come from a city that aint hard to get killed in
You could lose your legs and need raws to be drilled in
It’s no problem warning your broad and your children
Then it just be 2 funeral cars in the building
What I smoke you can smell if I’m far, sell it in jars
And roll it up in Venezuelan cigars
Your bitch got a thing for fellas in cars
I **** her and send the big mouth bareback where the pelicans are
I don’t care who the hell you with pa
There’s no law that you can’t put shotgun pellets in stars
I vacation with an elegant Odd
I’m getting smart and saint butts
While I’m lickin jeleton bars
You got every reason to hate it
Who else cop it before they drop it, then every season upgrade it
Ask every skeezer I dated, I been doin what I does
And it aint for TV, I’m doin it because
I aint just freestyle, I’m goin get a buzz
When I was a shorty I used to look in a long run
Put in them 34’s and make em look for the long ones
Now I put it in to getting hooks and the songs done
I’m reading scripts now and I look for a strong one
Then I’m goin to Hollywood and bringin Brooklyn along son
I get sucked by a girl good looks and a long tongue
Then you get 5 minutes to look for your thong hon
I gotta keep it movin like a toller Typ in a service
And I keep them Cubans so these niggas getting nervous
I got the Spreewheels turnin, Key Weed burnin
Of course I’m feelin myself, like Pee Wee Herman
I’m tryin to find a deal with the fee re-earnin
You tryin to find a hoe that got your wee wee burnin
MUH****A



Fabolous - Wet Wipes Freestyle

Stop me you cowards can't
Things are going how i planned
Seven hundread thou advance
First a Bent now a Fant
Sour plant got me leaning on a Eiffel tower slant
Itz mean an green like the shit at home is power plant
These niggaz act like bitches I call em Tyler Perry
And just a couple more niggaz my 40 Cali-Berry
My shorty, style is very Halle Berry
An im a David Custus covered in David Custus
Smooth as Eric Bennet with the lyrics I say
Now, Im Michale Ealy on the mic im really
Mister Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
Now here we go
You hear me though
On the TV,and the stereo
Jerry show with the V V an canary glow
But a year before they hear me flow
Way different senerio
I was sellin cherioz
No not the cereal toller Typ
Buy a vowel
Im Say - Jack with the O's
I go way back gettin hoes
Now I lay back with the Hoes
I be squirtin so the curtains on the Maybacz always closed
Witha A-Stak of the Droz
It stayz stacked in my clothes
And I run Brooklyn, itz lookin like Jay pass me the torch
An they asses .....Cuz they asses on portch
Im made passen a porsch
K blastin with force
Cuz they ass is on cross
An they asses is lost
FuBu clouldnt find them
Your noodles if you sign them
You need to get some pitz cuz them poodles thats behind them
no they aint gon squeeze nooks
so its on fried rice toller Typ I let you slide twice
Three times the charm the be mines is on
We time the Bomb, the hood is like Irak
Me im Sadam, Hu-SAin, you changed, who change new range
Same color as the fantastic four suit
Heard em talkin slick so he ran pass the bar stool
Started walkin quick then he ran fast as sports coupes
By a week later yo man passed a law suite
I was like D-D-D-D-D-AAAAMMMMNNN


(Da sind einige Fehler drinnen, ist auch nicht von mir getippt aber so zum mitlesen ist es nützlich)

 

[Eneaver]

Thx, aeko 4 president.... leider ´kann ich dir keinen respect mehr geben, danke dass du das gefunden hast, oder hast dus gar selbst geschrieben (woher kannst du so gut englisch? so oder so dickes thx



No security checks, they let us in Barbados
With berettas and 38 o’s

 

[streetfamily]

geiler thread
am besten find ich die lyrics vom can u hear me track

[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 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 toller Typ 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 toller Typ 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 ****ed up

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
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 toller Typ to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another toller Typ Dead'
And it's ****ed 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 thats doing a state biddin
who did more than his share of dirt in the world
enough to make a toller Typ 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 ****ed up

chorus

 

[Eneaver]

geiler thread
am besten find ich die lyrics vom can u hear me track

[
chorus

das ist der thread für die nicht in Alben und damit auf einschlägigen lyrikseiten gelisteten tracks (kopieren kann ein jeder....sprich hier kommen lyrics von den mixtapes und freestyles rein, die auch schwer zu bekommen sind (Wies der Titel sagt )

Aber stimmt schon, der track ist wahnsinn

 

[streetfamily]

das ist der thread für die nicht in Alben und damit auf einschlägigen lyrikseiten gelisteten tracks (kopieren kann ein jeder....sprich hier kommen lyrics von den mixtapes und freestyles rein, die auch schwer zu bekommen sind (Wies der Titel sagt )

Aber stimmt schon, der track ist wahnsinn

ahhso habs nicht richtig gelesen das ist was anderes, könnte paar übersetzten aber obs 100pro richtig ist
wenn du vom myspace freestyle hättest wär cool ziemlch schlechte quali deswegen

 

[Eneaver]

ahhso habs nicht richtig gelesen das ist was anderes, könnte paar übersetzten aber obs 100pro richtig ist

Du kannst ja mal probieren zu schreiben, und es aeko schicken, der kann dann drüberschauen und hat dann nicht soviel arbeit

 

[MrAeko]

das ist der thread für die nicht in Alben und damit auf einschlägigen lyrikseiten gelisteten tracks (kopieren kann ein jeder....sprich hier kommen lyrics von den mixtapes und freestyles rein, die auch schwer zu bekommen sind (Wies der Titel sagt )

Aber stimmt schon, der track ist wahnsinn

Joa den Poppin Em Thangs Text hab ich schnell abgetippt vorhin, war nicht viel Arbeit, ist ja nicht so lang wie Computer Love.

 

[Eneaver]

Joa den Poppin Em Thangs Text hab ich schnell abgetippt vorhin, war nicht viel Arbeit, ist ja nicht so lang wie Computer Love.

Du bist mein persönlicher gott
Eins hab ich nicht verstanden....
Was heißt my chedda is on the waido?

edit: thx 4 wet wipes!

 

[MrAeko]

Du bist mein persönlicher gott
Eins hab ich nicht verstanden....
Was heißt my chedda is on the waido?

edit: thx 4 wet wipes!

Das ist so ne sache, ich habs mal einfach so abgetippt wie ers ausspricht...

Chedda ist das Geld, das ist klar

aber das waido...

Es könnte heissen "the chedda's on the way, though" oder "the chedda's on the waydoor" oder waido ist ein eigener Begriff den ich nicht kenne.
Da ichs aber nicht weiss, denke ich das "on the way though" am besten passt, hier meinend , dass er eben dabei ist Kohle zu machen.

 

[Eneaver]

Das ist so ne sache, ich habs mal einfach so abgetippt wie ers ausspricht...

Chedda ist das Geld, das ist klar

aber das waido...

Es könnte heissen "the chedda's on the way, though" oder "the chedda's on the waydoor" oder waido ist ein eigener Begriff den ich nicht kenne.
Da ichs aber nicht weiss, denke ich das "on the way though" am besten passt, hier meinend , dass er eben dabei ist Kohle zu machen.

hmm stimmt! denke auch dass es on the way though heißt

 

[Eneaver]

Fabolous& Styles P - We too street
abgetippt
Fürn rest vom styles P vers war ich zu faul
Vielen dank an aeko für den support


Fabolous

I’m already rich from rap,
Now I just deal for a hobby,
Just to see if I can make a million a lobby
These hoes know im a dawg`, still wanna slide me
And give it up so quick, they feel like a robbery
And maybe it’s the brain on drugs (**** that)
It’s the chain on studs? And the range on dubs
If it’s personal beef I write their name on slugs,
Box him up, put the david blane on thugs
In the hood I got my fame on bud
You can ask anybody around about the green crack
A couple pulled, I heard you wanna lean back,
Like remy ma and fat joe,
When the semi-automat blow,Stay low like Bin laden,
You just got your license, toller Typ, I’ve been ridin
The heads been noddin’, like when the beats playin’
The streets sayin’ go back on that shit, (I’m back)
Killa mixtapes go back on black hits
Get the bentley and go black on black kid
Slow mac on that bitch, and you won’t find her,
Even if you put a low jack on that bitch,
You bum-ass niggas know jack on that shit
Or put a throwback on that fit
You are lame, and a groupie at his worst,
You gon die broke, and have to use a hooptie for his hearse toller Typ

Styles P
Suck my dick, the mostly all ya niggas
I ghostly call ya niggas,
Beat me in the middle of new york, I pop all ya niggas
Keep talking shit, I’m gon stop all ya niggas,
And I don’t give a **** about your boy in this bars?
And don’t really wanna hear about no toyzs in no cars
I got niggaz doin ten in a yard,
Igot work on the streets, a real toller Typ that a fire is
And p don’t give about no jacob Watch
I’m in the kitchen tryin to bake up rocks
Listen, **** around if you want you wont wake up
Six in the morning smackin with the wake up clock

 

[LanZe]

hammer, danke jungs!! FAB ist einer der besten Rapper alive!

Bin da nicht so versiert (abtippen und so...), sonst würd ich locker mitmachen ich werds trotzdem mal versuchen!

Habt ihr die Texte vom More Street Dreams-Tape?? **** You Too und der Fire RMX wären ganz geil!

Oder auch der .44 Freestyle mti Paul Cain vom My Life Is Fabolous-Tape?

 

[Eneaver]

Habs gefunden, den .44 Freestyle muss ich noch schauen, denk aber nicht dass es die lyrics im netz gibt

**** you too
[Intro - Paul Cain]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means (yeah)

[Chorus 1 - Paul Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - **** you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - **** you
Wherever I see you toller Typ I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it's gonna be reckless; I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
If it ain't involvin bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
**** you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live everyday like my last night; OD'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah)
Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)

[Chorus 2 - Fabolous]
I see ya faggot ass schemin - **** you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - **** you
No you hate the way I'm "Street Dreamin" - **** you
That's why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - **** you

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected
For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin
But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like
I'm throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
toller Typ, it's nothing to clap ya; but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa
That's why I'm limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz
That'll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own
Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin home, wit a cigar sip for
Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts
That's why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords
Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough
To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off
I'm eatin, and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you; to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, ****a

[Chorus 2 - 2x]

Artist: Fabolous f/ Joe Budden, Paul Cain
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2: The Mixtape
Song: Fire Remix - Joe Budden


[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
("what" - repeated in background)
(*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*)

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here

[Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
(*"yeah" - repeated*)
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2 - Paul Cain]
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly

[Chorus] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*)

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your lungs stop, breathe easy

[Chorus]

[Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
(female voice - "yeah" - repeated)
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end)

 

[LanZe]

danke!!!!

Paul Cain find ich sehr dope, weiss nicht wieso der noch nix eigenständiges rausgebracht hat! Der ist sicher so gut Fabolous, auch wenn er nen ähnlichen Style hat.

 

[Eneaver]

danke!!!!

Paul Cain find ich sehr dope, weiss nicht wieso der noch nix eigenständiges rausgebracht hat! Der ist sicher so gut Fabolous, auch wenn er nen ähnlichen Style hat.

er hat nicht ganz so einen flow, und seine punshes sind nicht immer ganz so stark, aber was der für reime kicken kann....

Mich würden mal die Lyrics zum hate me now freestyle von Fab& Cain interessieren.... da kickt jeder 20 doppelreime aufs selbe wort....

 

[LanZe]

er hat nicht ganz so einen flow, und seine punshes sind nicht immer ganz so stark, aber was der für reime kicken kann....

Mich würden mal die Lyrics zum hate me now freestyle von Fab& Cain interessieren.... da kickt jeder 20 doppelreime aufs selbe wort....

whuat

Wo isn der drauf!?!

Stimmt schon, aber dafür dass Cain nur selten auf Mixtapes auftaucht, hat ers böse drauf. Ich verstehs nicht sooo gut, eben, seine Reime haben mich bös geflasht

 

[Eneaver]

whuat

Wo isn der drauf!?!

Stimmt schon, aber dafür dass Cain nur selten auf Mixtapes auftaucht, hat ers böse drauf. Ich verstehs nicht sooo gut, eben, seine Reime haben mich bös geflasht

auf irgendeinem Dj Clue mixtape....

Cain droppt auch einen ganz guten vers aufm real talk track "PoPo"

These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to **** wit me before I open fire


PS: das Fabolous album "from nothin to somethin" wurde auf den 26 Dezember vorgeschoben

 

[LanZe]

auf irgendeinem Dj Clue mixtape....

Cain droppt auch einen ganz guten vers aufm real talk track "PoPo"

These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to **** wit me before I open fire


PS: das Fabolous album "from nothin to somethin" wurde auf den 26 Dezember vorgeschoben

weisst du noch von wann das mixtape is, 2004, 05?? muss ich wissen, muss ich haben dne track

jep PoPo ist ein hammertrack, real talk war aber ansonsten nich so mein ding. der geilste is aber Why Wouldn't I von FAb und Cain, wo sie abwexelnd rappen, aufm street dreams-album! brutal!

es wurde vorverschoben? selten gehört!

 

[streetfamily]

auf irgendeinem Dj Clue mixtape....

Cain droppt auch einen ganz guten vers aufm real talk track "PoPo"

These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to **** wit me before I open fire


PS: das Fabolous album "from nothin to somethin" wurde auf den 26 Dezember vorgeschoben

von cain finde ich c.a.i.n. geil wenn einer davon die lyrics hat ,war auf irgendeinen dj clue mixtape drauf ...
was????????????wurde wirklich nach vorne geschoben ,wo steht das ?
bei defjam ist februar angegeben keine ahnung....