It's so sad*
But I would like to thank everyone who came along, to the funeral service
Somehow someway, we will find a way to move on
As we proceed, to give you what you need
20 10 motherfuckers
Bring that money in motherfuckers
Everything comes to an end
And therefore
I bring you, exhibit F

One day I gon be sleepin in a box
But when that time comes it comes
Ain't no need to keep peepin' at the clocks
The hood is like an anger thing deeper than them blocks
My boat was made to float not for keepin' at the docks
They sweepin' through the blocks
Slam you on the floor for what you keepin in your socks
16 year olds be sleepin with their glocks
I tried to tell 'em chill just keep em on them rocks
He looked at me and transformed
That's like making sand castles in a sandstorm
He said its a cold world and I can stand storm
But the heats the only way I keep my hands warm
I told the lil nigga god got a plan for him
He said I'm Hollywood go back where they playin' palms
This the jungle bro, this no fuckin' ant farm
And out here life's a bitch that you cant charm
Damn, that's the realest shit i ever heard
Sometimes a dumbass drops a clever turd
Smokin sour diesel, from one seven third
I'm bout fly shit, so if I ever bird
I cant fly with pigeons, gotta soar with eagles
A wise man told me vultures don't roll with seagulls
If looks could kill, aint a nigga more illegal
Closet lookin' like u walked through the door at segals
Spot the cell close, pressin' in melrose
I run d mc's check my shelltoes
I'm on the red carpet taking pics jail pose
I see through your bars nigga, the cells closed
Know what
They call me fab electronica
Presidential suite so its fab and young hannukah
Stevie wonder niggas better grab your harmonica
Screaming go daddy so its fab and young donica
Shit I mean Danica
Pockets full of Benjamins, Franklins not Banneker
Dick is a Britanica
Death comes to all when it comes don't panic bra
If it goes down stay on your titanic bra
Never jump ship nigga
You know I'm packin if we ever bump hips nigga
I'm jive records, I don't clipse nigga
Count it or cock it, I'm a thumb tick nigga
We eatin' over here check my crumb lips nigga
I wipe my mouth right before i wipe em out
Shootin' videos that's what niggas hype about?
Shit, we make movies introducin fab pitt
Crush stations (crustaceans) only time I deal with crab shit
This the funeral, sit back and reminisce
You should be crying by the end of this


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. ... Read More