(feat. Franke Belles) [Intro: Fes Taylor] Yeah, When the shots go off I don't hear nobody talking shit then Alright, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Fes Taylor:]
(feat. Frankie Bells) [Fes Taylor:] I said, I love hip hop, 2Pac, Big Pop' Help me throw stones in the wristwatch, just watch I linked with Koch, they
a while Sooner or later, you will pay the price When you get the bill? Heh, don't be shocked Don't act like you don't understand Everything you do in
'em like an alcholic I'm the shit, yeah, straight outta the toilet I'm so fly, I can airport it [Chorus x2: Flip (Fes Taylor)] Check how I ride (I'm
[sample:] Knowing he can't fly... Would you take the bar from a little bity baby And you know he gonna cry... [Fes Taylor:] You take the food out my
(feat. Mr. Prezident & Sassy) [Chorus: Fes Taylor] A ho is a ho, and a house wife to You never know what a house wife do When them doors close, lights
abundance Drug money's good but don't no good come from it The root of all people, Bruise all people, Believe in you Life ain't no movie, When you die ain't
(feat. Lot-A-Nerv) [Chorus x2: Fes Taylor] Niggas is lunch meat, I let the wolves get em My doves holla full moon now sick em We take the collar off
mind Cause we need that, new coupe with the seat back This is how your G mack, now let me get a G-Clap [Fes Taylor:] Clap, clap, I ain't talking bout
[Intro: Fes Taylor] You ain't gone never make it, Fuck you 2 Fly That's what they say right, Nah You ain't gone never be shit, Never nigga That's what
waves Mothers brush ya'll hook up the waves Music blast at the light, Bitches look I just look up your wave like [Chorus x2: Fes Taylor] Bluck-Bluck
I'm the shit Hey yo, let's go, 2 Fly, T fly, we fly That's why we ride, no why, cause I told 'em I'm the shit [Fes Taylor:] Mats over you face, that'
Shadow when my tires had a flat Ohh, Why you hate Fes, Cause I stay fresh Young black nigga from the hood and you make less [Hook x4: Fes Taylor Sample
ain't have nothing, got a taste of the best [Chorus: Fes Taylor] Fly, fly, fly, fly Fly, fly, fly away with me Fly, fly, fly, fly Fly, fly, fly away
Plus I leave your face like a broken carver or punches from Tara [Chorus: Fes Taylor (T-Bird)] If it ain't about paper then it ain't about nothing Niggas
[Fes Taylor:] Cause haters don't want me to shine They trying to push me right offa my grind, it's bout time It's G-Unit/Koch, Fox told me bring the
The SL and G-5, you see the view I'm fly like Peter Pan do, two seater to But I still got room for you [Chorus x2: w/ ad-libs] [Fes Taylor:] I said,
[Intro: Fes Taylor, (G-Clef Da Mad Komposa)] Yeah, Chambermusik, Two 4 War Entertainment Taylor, Yo Clef what it is baby, (It's nothing man) Uh huh (