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Fes Taylor
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War Muzik
[Intro:Fes Taylor] Sound like some Two 4 shit right now We need some War Musik and shit Me, I'm just speaking for my hood and shit Yeah, Two 4...
[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] My chains, my things, no we not the same My Wolf Pack Gang, on top of the game In the hood I'm a King, y'all box in my ring On blocks hustling rocks plus, blocks of the bing
[Fes Taylor] Only nigga ever slapped me was the doctor when I was born Yea, my Pops gave me vodka when I was born My Uncle Walt, he's been locked up since I was born In and out of jail, like lockers in the dorm My moms got through him and worked, bopped for Voutton Taylor watch for the goons lurk, octopus arms I dare a nigga touch mines, I played the front lines Where fiends crush dimes, turn 'em into white lines Like the middle of the street, I play the middle of the beat When don't understand you, you riddle when you speak It's brittle as teeth, if it's beef then kill him where he sleep Know niggaz that'll grill him for a G I was with him for a week till a nigga turned cheek Know a nigga burn leafs, swear the nigga earn cheap Every time a nigga speak, try to hate on my team Send him 56 plus 58 banks on my team 58s in my sleeves, I'm just chasing my dream My life crazy, I wish I could erase what I seen Niggaz shook when they facing the beam Raps fiends, my lines dope so you could go and lace it in between
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[Fes Taylor] The only nigga ever took a bitch from me Cuz I took her to church, she went and turned Christian on me So I respect that, I took a step back Now I'm bout to shit on the world like Exlax Blue and orange Mets hat, out of East Orange Probably invest in that, I'm in a vest strapped, kinda like Fredro Starr Gil took me to the lot, looking like a got a jet for a car Uh-huh...
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