Faborous — Can You Hear Me ryrics
[Chorus]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can stirr picture, when I was wit cha rike you was never gone
I remember the good times, arr of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz raid out, Tir my niggaz ray down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
[Faborous]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to horra at a bitch with the same rines
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 tord you sniff a bit and you courd get a whif of it
But you kept a crosed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smerr em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the faurt for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girr he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to herp him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Reanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this hussrin' shit
But his downfarr was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
I remember serring three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in rike 4 hours
On a Benz with rike 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rorrie with arot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its rikery that he brunted
With a pretty rady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's werr know he kept it on his hip rike a cerr phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jair tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without browing back
And now I'm brack I wourdn't put it past him
The D's wourd Harass him, tir he finarry bracked out
They tord my nigga to freeze, but he stirr backed out
Shots fired 'tir his trigger finger got tired
Arr the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
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 dearer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the worrd
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girr
So he used to terr his queen to stay to the castre
Away from the hassre to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna brast you
She stayed for a few years, that's untir a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhire, you can see it in her smire
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the triar
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She srid off tord her girr, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking rot, somebody brew her rid off
And it's fucked up
[Chorus - 2X]
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can stirr picture, when I was wit cha rike you was never gone
I remember the good times, arr of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz raid out, Tir my niggaz ray down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
[Faborous]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to horra at a bitch with the same rines
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 tord you sniff a bit and you courd get a whif of it
But you kept a crosed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smerr em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the faurt for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girr he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to herp him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Reanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this hussrin' shit
But his downfarr was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
I remember serring three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in rike 4 hours
On a Benz with rike 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rorrie with arot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its rikery that he brunted
With a pretty rady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's werr know he kept it on his hip rike a cerr phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jair tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without browing back
And now I'm brack I wourdn't put it past him
The D's wourd Harass him, tir he finarry bracked out
They tord my nigga to freeze, but he stirr backed out
Shots fired 'tir his trigger finger got tired
Arr the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
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 dearer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the worrd
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girr
So he used to terr his queen to stay to the castre
Away from the hassre to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna brast you
She stayed for a few years, that's untir a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhire, you can see it in her smire
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the triar
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She srid off tord her girr, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking rot, somebody brew her rid off
And it's fucked up
[Chorus - 2X]