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I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all<br /> Ya&#39;ll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll<br /> I would&#39;ve been your friend till the end bitch<br /> Guess there ain&#39;t no friends in this shit bidness<br /> Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness<br /> But they won&#39;t flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue<br /> These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you <br /> These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you<br /> Eww, you niggas disgust me<br /> And they ain&#39;t talkin bout shit unless they discuss me<br /> Let&#39;s talk about how, I&#39;m killin errything I touches<br /> Or how I walked in this game with no crutches<br /> No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre<br /> No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay<br /> And I&#39;m still here<br /> We still here<br /> What does this break dude?..It&#39;s still here<br /> And dude talk, concernin New York<br /> When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk<br /> So I watched you niggas take they first steps<br /> And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya<br /> But, wasn&#39;t for me prolly wouldnt&#39;ve happened for ya<br /> So I rest my case <br /> I&#39;m a rappin lawyer<br /> That&#39;s unless you wanna talk bad bitches<br /> Section full of bridezillas, that&#39;s mad bitches<br /> No words, I describe em with letters best<br /> They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"<br /> They keep it G, they sweet as T<br /> Look good in the passenger seat of V<br /> They ride double R, smell like double C<br /> The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G<br /> Fly as hell, shades wire cell<br /> On E, sippin P.J., high as hell<br /> <br /> And please don&#39;t even talk about swag<br /> I&#39;m cool and collective<br /> A Fool with perspective<br /> I&#39;m far from being typical my respect is reciprocal<br /> I already came up<br /> You still on the zipper pull<br /> And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn<br /> I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin<br /> They watch what I do, so they know what to do<br /> Lil money never told big money what to do<br /> Money talks, if u speak guapanese<br /> A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes<br /> If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone<br /> And that way you can holla bout a dolla<br /> I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler<br /> Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas<br /> You&#39;ll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas<br /> I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala<br /> We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala<br /> I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla<br /> Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?<br /> Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin<br /> They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?<br /> Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey<br /> So fuck new friends unless they stay solo<br /> Cuz who gon&#39; watch you back after you kill Manolo?<br /> Isn&#39;t it ironic Santana&#39;s own fella stabbed him<br /> The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him<br /> No Carlito&#39;s way<br /> When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe<br /> Youahead, got me later<br /> Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im&#39;ma do it my way<br /> The new day of the week is called My day<br /> So its my say, Pass my K<br /> I&#39;m thru talkinLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

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I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you niggas disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still here
We still here
What does this break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, concernin New York

When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my case
I'm a rappin lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No Carlito's way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is called My day
So its my say, Pass my K
I'm thru talkin

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John David Jackson (born November 18, 1977 in Brooklyn, New York), better known by his stage name Fabolous, is a Grammy award nominated American rapper, actor and designer signed to Def Jam Records. He released his debut album, Ghetto Fabolous in 2001 and has since released 2003's Street Dreams, 2004's Real Talk and 2007's From Nothin' To Somethin', all of which have collectively sold over four million copies in the United States. His fourth studio album, Loso's Way, was released in July of 2009 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200 chart.

It takes talent to make the struggle to succeed seem effortless, but that is the gift that separates artists like Brooklyn's John Jackson, aka Fabolous, from the everyday MC. While most rappers spend more and more time convincing the masses of their "hustle," Fabolous lets his work speak for his effort. With two platinum albums (2001's Ghetto Fabolous and 2003's Street Dreams) and one Gold (2004's Real Talk) to his credit, the veteran hitmaker still exudes a rookie-of-the year swagger. After recording for both Elektra and Atlantic Records, Fab is enjoying a home coming with the legendary Def Jam label. His first recorded song was "If They Want It" from DJ Clue's The Professional, which was released by Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam in 1998.

"I had people in my corner already over there," Fab says of DJ Clue and A&R Skane, the Desert Storm duo who discovered Fabolous. "So it wasn't like I was coming to a new neighborhood."

While he doesn't site any one reason for his move, Fabolous has learned a lot from his time in the industry and is eager to capitalize on his experience. "I haven't peaked yet," he explains. "I was happy with the past records, but I have some adversity to learn off of for the future."

It's appropriate that Fabolous is getting a fresh start for his latest release because he wants From Nothin' to Somethin' to be a rebirth for his fans old and new. "Everybody is trying to take what they have and make something more," says Fabolous, explaining the album's title. "It's a new year, everybody's on their hustle, back in the gym and I'm trying to give them some inspiration. This is music to chase your money too, work out--motivation music.

The first single "Make Me Better" is produced by Grammy Award winning producer Timbaland and finds Fabolous doing what he does best; blending radio ready sound beds with clever and memorable lyrics. Rapping that he needs "a Corretta Scott to make me King" Fab picks up with his female fans where "Baby" left off. "It's a great feel good record, it's got a lot of style to it," he says. "I wanted a record that could show that I could touch different people with my music."

Already recognized for his hit-making ability, Fabolous is eager to show the diversity of his technique while staying true to his blueprint for success. On the cocky "Make Money" he cleverly borrows Notorious B.I.G's trademark chuckle to comment on the laugh-ability of his competition: "these dudes is stand up rappers, hip-hop comedians, I start laughin as soon as I put your CD in." His wit and wordplay is not something he gets enough credit for, but the MC is confident people will come around. "Certain people recognize it," he says, "but its like they'll sing it in the shower, but they won't sing it outside. It's all good though. One of them days you gonna get drunk and start singing that song."

Enlisting a whose-who list of guests that includes Akon, Young Jeezy, Ne-Yo and Junior Reed, Fabolous plays to a variety of audiences on this disc, but there is no mistaking that it's his show from beginning to end. The anthemic "Brooklyn" features a yet to be disclosed surprise guest and "Change Up" pairs Fab with singer, producer extraodinaire Akon helping him reflect on his life and career.

"Anytime you become a successful person, people may look at you and say you changed," explains Fabolous, who references the October 2006 shooting that took place outside of Justin's restaurant in the lyrics of the song. "That record just talks about people changing as a person for money, how they carry themselves and treat other people. For me, I might have changed where I live or my number, but I haven't changed as a person…I slid a line or two about what happened in October but I'm not coming out with a bullet proof vest or anything."

The playful "Foggin Up The Windows," produced by Miami's The Runners, features R. Kelly's chopped and screwed vocals from his hit "Ignition" to prop up Fabolous' ode to parkin' lot pimpin' of the more carnal kind.

"I just took it back to trying to get some in the car," he says with a laugh. "Everyone's either done it or tried to get some in the car. It may not have been the place of choice but everybody's had a hotel on wheels."

Other rewind worthy tracks like "Real Playa" featuring Lloyd, "Diamonds" featuring Young Jeezy and the Just Blaze produced "Back To School" round out an impressive collection that makes From Nothin' to Somethin' worth the two-year wait. In his absence no artist has come close to matching his boyish charm, wit and unassuming cool both on and off the mic. With a new team and a pop of his collar Fabolous is indeed "fresh to Def."

"I'm trying to bring good music back to the game," he says confidently. "And anybody that's bringing good music, the hype is gonna follow them."

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