Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Lyrics - The S.o.u.l. Tape - Fabolous

[Fabolous] 

Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day 

Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay 

Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants stay 

Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay 

Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day 

Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay 

Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade 

Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae 

36 24 40 what her measure say 

Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday 

We already eating yall tryna make reservae 

We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play 

Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count 

Ii did sneaker boxes, now I does accounts 

Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit 

Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit 

Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind say 

In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch 

They find them niggas in a meat locker soon 

Have their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup! 

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[Chorus] 

Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside 

Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi 

You never know it might just be your time to that ride 

Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide 

[Vado] 

Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie 

Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high 

Shoot high, one in your calf like the boobie got 

Suit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die 

Haaa, Bright lights I vision 

House full of birds I'm like Mike Tys' with pigeons 

Wwhite mics religion if not ice and linen 

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You gave me your word then that right price was giving 

Trend setters, Hamptons live better 

In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater 

Top floor gusevoir see me with bench pressers 

Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym never 

Like quarters got red orders 

Bags over bags stash house look like horters 

Avon home tell marlo these my corners 

Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters 

Only dimes keep on my time sheet 

Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece 

Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps 

Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches 

Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopers 

Dont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas 

Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus 

Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest 

Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers 

My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching 

Politics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless women 

Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen 

If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning 

Ducking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and Loso 

Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you'll be promo 

I'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand x 

My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets 

Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow 

Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I go 

Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go 

Pounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll 

[Chorus]