Soul Food

Fabolous: Time to put in work We all got a job to do I light a joint Then ask myself What would Pablo do Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do Yeah, but it's all for my family The goal wasn't buy middle class and drive Camrys I want us all to eat even if from my pantry I guess I'm just more soul food than eye candy I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies More passport stamps less trips to Miami Yeah bro, we all need a little culture A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you I'm too old to kid you, I gotta adult you Listen, the shit is getting outta hand Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y'all In y'all fucking place, that's my OCD I give a bitch a little bit, but it's mostly D I be in the Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD That's Supreme Clientele, all I know is Buy and Sell We had to hustle to eat It wasn't no Thanksgiving Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain't living It's big dinner shit, baby Everybody up in here Find what you bring to the table Then pull up a chair, yeah Jadakiss: Yeah, you see Without hope, it ain't nothing I like this shit You should love it Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill Uh, let's finish the game, Billy Do something and stop stalling, that's silly The ball over there just drawling, that's Philly Invisible set, F class, that's chilly Life is short, death's fast, that's illy When ya whole crew got cash, that's willy To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me And nah, I ain't giving it up, you gotta kill me Whoever you look up to, ask 'em, I'm a real G As far as this rap shit go, I got realty Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki Now I ain't tryna play you, I'm tryna give you the real me Almost twenty years in the game, and I'm still me Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills B The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills B How many other owners you know that's in the field B No license or registration, that's what it still be Honor's in your pocket, your heart, that's where the will be From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty Rich ain't good enough, nigga, I'm not filthy I'm hardcore, rough and rugged, I'm not silky Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be Poof This is the last supper here Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah