[Intro] [Storm] You can't fade me You can't fade me You can't fade me You can't fade me Verse 1 [Kastro] True you a cutie and no i ain't tryin' to act a fool And be rude They call me Kastro ( And you ) Storm Sound like a cutie too What's poppin' With me and you Just hit me With the seven It'll be my pleasure See what we can do Oh You ain't alone Got a man at home Answerin' the phone But he ain't the one Cause if he is Than why you gone What you drinkin' on Hennessey with me A glass of Thug Passion Or just a plain Pepsi Oh you cool Sure that I assume That you ain't Too much of a drinker Today You's alright I think I want you Right away See I'm only eighteen These groupies They just Want to sue me Push my hoopty Act like They don't Spend my dooky And I could see It'd be Twenty-two Or so Older soldier On my team I put you In my video And give you Plenty dough By my hotel room Four-fifty-four Hope that you go Baby Can you fade me [Chorus] [Storm] You can't fade me You can't fade me You can't fade me You can't fade me Verse 2 [Napolean] See girl I'm laced with game But it ain't similar The shit that I'm talkin' Get more deeper Than callin' And comin' to visit you It's hard to feel you But I been playin' Since I been born And I moved Up in a edge Told the page Turn it down What's on Can it all The way you Hit the club To play the floor Hittin' up Every position And that's for sure But I think it's more And the situation That I'm facin' Your Shorty Was hesitation So I'm a replacement Plus it get's specific And it ain't no hoochie That's unlisted That the homies And I roll What's twisted And at the most We dissin' I ran through cousins Through aunties On down to triplets For droppin' The highest level Of game Ain't got no digits Now 'Till you dig it But you ain't in No competition Cause most conversations You be kickin' You sure to get it Now baby Can you fade me Chorus [2Pac & Storm] (Ah Moo) You can't fade me (You a little player Napolean) (But uh) You can't fade me (Let me show you somethin') (How the big dogs do it nigga) (You don't know how to rule no bitch nigga) You can't fade me (Hold up baby) (This is how you get) (Get your side) You can't fade me (Pick the all out) (Pick out nigga) (Which one) (That one) (Freak this shit) Verse 3 [2Pac] Hold up baby Where you get off Thinkin' you can fade me Evade my niggas Like Brady's And then attempt To play me Oh yeah You crazy Thinkin' you can just Be Swayze Cause my conversation Gettin' you hot enough For love makin' Participation is needed Yeah I'm drunk And gettin' weeded In the back of my Jaguar The life of a rap star Completely freakable I get weak When I sit And thinkin' shit That we can do Let me introduce Mr. Makaveli Sue you speakin' to What's up with you As you can see I love freakin' you (Boo) (Who) Black Mexican Puerto Rican too Long as it's ghetto You can bet I'm gettin' deep in you Believable I got my eyes Concentrated On the size Of your thighs Now I ain't trade baby But won't you Let me ride Cause a nigga Want the pussy cat This Thug Passion So your man Can't have it back And that's a fact So How you want to act Baby Can you feel me Like Run D.M.C. It's like that Tell me Can you fade me Outro [2Pac & Storm] You can't fade me (That's how you mack to a bitch you little young nigga) (Come on baby we gonna go to my little hotel and shit) (Ha ha) You can't fade me (See if you can fade me) (You feel me) (Hey don't trip of the B word) (That's just how muthafuckas talk on my block) (Ha ha) You can't fade me (What's up though boo where you want to go) (No we can go get a little drama and shit) You can't fade me (Jon P.) (Crystal) (Fat ass steak) (Some lobster and shit) You can't fade me (Go back to the telly) (Bump some of that Dramacydal Outlaw Immortal shit) You can't fade me (That's the type of shit that get me in the mood) (You know what I mean) (Ha ha) (Come and tell you now) You can't fade me (And uh) (After a few glasses of this Thug Passion baby) (Huh) (It's goin' be like Adam and Eve) (Feel me) You can't fade me (Everything stop) (Puff puff) (And you don't stop) You can't fade me (So tell me baby boo) (Can you fade us) (Hey one love to that nigga D'Angelo) You can't fade me (Nigga this be bad than a muthafucka) (You know) (Ain't no disrespect big player) You can't fade me (But a muthafucka love this beat so much) (Huh) (We had to spit to it) (So uh) You can't fade me (We send this one out to you) You can't fade me (Outlaw) (West Side) (Death Row) (Thug Life) (Outlaw) You can't fade me (West Side) (Death Row) (Thug Life) (Outlaw) You can't fade me West Side) (Death Row) (Thug Life) (Baby) (Can you fade me) You can't fade me (West Side)