Can I Live Lyrics - Fabolous

I've been having some deep thoughts when that L blowin' 

Niggas in jail know it when you do it 

Do it yourself and never tell no one 

You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin' 

That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens 

I spell evil backwards, I gotta live 

If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard 

You know that diesel acid when it reach the masses 

I swear to God, it'll burn, turn these streets to ashes 

Dope in the charger, still smoking, L's laughing 

I'm coaching 'The Carter' call me Samuel L. Jackson 

Niggas been fags, funny like Sinbad 

Me, I'm from the hood, my life savings in a gym bag 

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I'm flamin' the 40, I ain't even sorry 

If you with your kids then I put your brain on your shorty 

I ain't open that damn block for the fame and the glory 

I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien Marley 

Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of wings 

Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better bling 

Black beretta, these niggas better not have said a thing 

For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or regret a thing 

I could get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her things 

I could dead her or feel better just to let her cling 

When you met her she was better than Coretta King 

Y'all lived together, she was gonna get a wedding ring 

She chose me and blows me like she owes me 

You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me 

Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of that good smoke 

Kush jars of 20, tell a few good jokes 

But it's far from funny when you in the hood broke 

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But see I understand what makes niggas underhand 

So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the land 

This ain't what you wanted man 

I'm a problem for every rapper breathing, on every track I'm eating 

It's a fact I'ma be a factor and wrap the season 

I pull my strap and squeezing 

Come out with a pack of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding 

You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming 

You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away 

Yellow white and glasses geaming 

Chain's so sick I don't need a piece for it 

I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it 

I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus 

Hate niggas that keep talking, they usually be informants 

That Brooklyn bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it 

You know if my team would wanted 

(Flow) 

Put G's up on it 

But naw, I don't get along with these rapping cats 

They mad my chain the same size as their platinum plaques 

That's a fact, let me get mine then after that 

I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it back 

Heaven hammering sport thoughts for the winter 

Summer thoughts for the winter 

These long john weather fiends come in shorts in the winter 

Sure it snows in the winter, hope you getting my drift 

And you should hold your head back when you getting the drip 

Drip the little grip, I could cover the order 

When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter 

See the cross all flooded, little stones in the border 

And I just got a divorce so I'm looking for Run's daughter 

Tell the Rev that I'm dealing with some evils 

The sunshine on him 'cause the coupe still a see through 

Danky women, Antik Denim 

His pockets gotta be nauseous, the man's keep spinnin' 

Trickin' on niggas, throw a lil' kiddie on 'em 

My niggas'll seek 'em, they empty out the semis on 'em 

You'd rather spit on God then go against him 

They was second guessing then squad up convinced 'em 

They can't take me in a dark gray Jag 

Seats the same leather as the Mark J bag 

Jaz, the kind of bitch that the Narcs may tag 

'Cause I'm bringing the kind of butter like Parque had 

Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll want a nickel of herb 

The street bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb 

And you might catch a chick in the 'burbs 

Maybe 'cause I'm nice with the nails, and slick with the verbs 

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to spizzaz 

I'm like better shabizzaz with a little pizzaz 

I wasn't sworn in just to join in 

Been family since the moment that I was born in 

And getting money is hereditary 

That California kush got my eyes red as cherry 

These bitches waiting on their next payday 

I'm in the XK8 with the body of an ex-Playmate 

And I'm still holding the SK straight, nigga