Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys

I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy

Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
[Interlude: Jadakiss]
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
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)
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
You see?
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
HA-HAAAEEH!
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Kill kill kill!) (Kill kill kill!
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
I like this shit, you should love it
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
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)