'Fabolous & Jadakiss - Soul Food (Instrumental)W/LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION'

'Fabolous & Jadakiss - Soul Food (Instrumental)W/LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION'
04:40 Sep 23, 2021 
'MUSIC IS NOT MINE. ALL RIGHTS GO TO OWNER(S) OF SONG Fabolous & Jadakiss - Soul Food (Instrumental) LYRICS: [Verse 1: 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 live middle class and buy 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 that 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...    [Interlude: Jadakiss] You see? Without hope, it ain\'t nothing HA-HAAAEEH! I like this shit, you should love it (Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)  [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Uh, let\'s finish the game, Billy (uhh) Do something and stop stalling, that\'s silly (haha) The bul over there just drawlin\', that’s Philly (woo!) Invisible set, F class, that\'s chilly (mmm) Life is short, death\'s fast, that\'s illy (yep) When ya whole crew got cash, that\'s willie (uh) To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep) And nah, I ain\'t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh) Whoever you look up to, ask \'em, I\'m a real G (ask \'em) As far as this rap shit go, I got realty Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki And I ain\'t tryna play you, I\'m tryna give you the real me (nah) Almost twenty years in the game, and I\'m still me (woo!) 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 (who?) No license or registration, that\'s what it still be (uhh) Honor\'s in your pocket, your heart, that\'s where the will be (yes) 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 (uh-uh) Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be (POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat) Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair Yeah...   - video upload powered by https://www.TunesToTube.com'
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