Fes Taylor - Fifth Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]I savagely attack beats, move smart in the streetsTo avoid a rap sheet, the beast never made a charge stickThey eyes on me like chicks with enlarged titsCigar split, my click hotter than tar pitsDarts one twenty, and boys in blue suitsThe streets ain't the same no more, I'm trynna school youthMy plans fool proof, you terrify when we zoom throughLetting off shots, out the moon roofW-P, W-A-Double R, to the I, O, R, S, start trouble with starsSmack 'em on TV, at the BET AwardsEverything a hit, we record, pray you see the lordAfter you bleed on my sword, shank you like we up northIf you live and you know it, bust guns and jump offIf not, fall back, then we crack your spineTrynna break down my rap lines like fiends for half a dime[Chorus: Fes Taylor]If you live and you know it, squeeze off (squeeze off)If you live and you know it, squeeze off (squeeze off)If you live and you know it, and you really wanna show itRun up on that dude, yap his chain, squeeze offIf you nice and you know it, spit a dart (spit a dart)If you nice and you know it, spit a dart (spit a dart)If you nice and you know, and you really wanna show itAnd rapper want it, put up 50 g's, spit a dart[Fes Taylor]Your money good as mine, it's kinda like if I took your shineStash your body, same place where I put the nineI ain't braggin' or nothing, but I'm a gangsta niggaI done done some wild shit in my life, drinking this liquorBlowing this green, 14, devoted to CREAMGetting money off these beat monsters, smoking they dreamsPlaya, I show you the team, nothing but all-starsReady for war, roll like tanks over your sports carsBring heavy hitters out, my dirty south villainsRun up in this nigga house, from ATL to GeorgetownS.C., Winston-Salem, N.C., South East, D.C.To B-More, M.D., Queensburg to Richmond, V.A.C.T. stands for killas, the Harrisburg, P.A.'sConnecting me to Albany, Brooklyn to Queens, Manhattan to BronxAnd back to my hood, where we Shaolin stomp[Chorus: Fes Taylor]If you drunk and you know it, get it crunk (get it crunk)If you drunk and you know it, get it crunk (get it crunk)If you drunk and you know it, and you really wanna show itStart a fight in the club, get it crunk[Fes Taylor]Check it, this one not commercial at all, you not gangsta911, you the first to callNow tell me have you ever snatched a purse beforeOr search pockets with people laying on the floorGrimey since I came in the door, when I wasn't on the roadJuxing niggas, slide back on tourWith a new chain, damn it's like the kid switch upEvery six months, more chicks hold the gun for a dick suckMaybe a quick nut, time is money, can't afford to slip upSo I do a buck in a big truckFes Taylor, ya'll gon' remember the nameBut the truth is, rather have more money than fameMore dollars than problems, more guns than I got beefYa'll rap albums is boring, how can I not sleepThis my turn, gem star, then you south burnedWorry bout your own money, stop stressing with our hood[Chorus: Fes Taylor]If you live and you know it, squeeze off (squeeze off)If you live and you know it, squeeze off (squeeze off)If you live and you know it, and you really wanna show itRun up on that dude, yap his chain, squeeze offIf you bang and you know it, throw it up (throw it up)If you bang and you know it, throw it up (throw it up)If you bang and you know it, and you really wanna show itPut a flag on your gun, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
