Soul Food (Explicit)

Soul Food (Clean) - Fabolous (神奇小子)/Jadakiss

Written by：John Jackson/Jason Phillips/Luis Santiago/Isaac Hayes

Fabolous：

Time to put in work we all got a job to do

I light a 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 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 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 is getting outta hand

Like fumbles in football I humbly put y'all

In y'all place that's my OCD

I give a a little bit but it's mostly D

I be in the 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 baby everybody up in here

Find what you bring to the table then pull up a chair yeah

Jadakiss：

You see

Without hope it ain't nothing

Ha ha eh

I like this

You should love it

Kill kill kill kill kill kill

Uh let's finish the game Billy

Do something and stop stalling that's silly haha

The ball over there just drawling 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 willy uh

To everybody living it up you gotta feel me yep

And nah I ain't giving it up you gotta kill me uh

Whoever you look up to ask 'em I'm a real G

As far as this rap 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

Almost twenty years in the game and I'm still me

Fear hearing my name I got skills B

The boy the girl the I got B

How many other owners you know that's in the field B who

No license or registration that's what it still be

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 I'm not filthy

I'm hardcore rough and rugged I'm not silky

Guns under mattress money is where the quilt be

Poof this is the last supper here

Last time we break bread so pull up a chair yeah