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Fes Taylor - Graveyard Shift Pt. 2 Lyrics

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  • f/ Inspectah Deck
  • [Intro: Fes Taylor]
  • Yeah, Real Deal Gil, it's part 2
  • Deck, what's good, baby?
  • L.I.S., Tuff', thought it was serious last week
  • It's Fes Taylor, uh-huh, uh-huh, Fes Taylor
  • [Fes Taylor]
  • Staten Island, these other dudes, fronting like they coming through
  • Catch 'em at the rendevous, put holes in your Armani suit
  • For a couple mil', couple things that I'll probably do
  • Snuff you out, shot at you, puncture in your body too
  • Smooth like how Gotti move, but I wolves that'll aim at you
  • Brain splat you, show you what the shotty do
  • Profes, never been associated with coat checks
  • You cootie, you tutti frutti, raps is booty
  • Listen, these cash looney, got pistols to prove it to me
  • You run around, saying you wanna kill me, then shoot it through me
  • I'll be posted up, shoot in the air, like I'm suppose to duck
  • Get at me, you lames can't get close enough
  • First family, my warriors, be security
  • Yeah, a lot of rappers dope, ain't nobody pure as me
  • I don't think you hearing me, most of these rappers fronting
  • Like they gangsta, see me at a show, they be fearing me
  • Wolf Pack, Shaolin, look how we took it back
  • Finally got a foot in rap, Dwight Gooden up to bat
  • Hit you til you guaranteed, son, yo this'll move you
  • Out of state got coke in the big Isuzu
  • Look how these chickens use you, when you getting buku
  • Dollars from blocks, my mind draw on men, I'm cookoo
  • I was with a crew too, '92 since
  • Militant mistress, you still in the business
  • [Inspectah Deck]
  • It's like World War 4 in the field, daily ordeal
  • Wolf Pack digging claws in your meal
  • Ducking blue coats, tossin' the steel, it's all real
  • In my lifetime of crime, I never talked or squeal
  • And I move with the coldest around, I be holding my ground
  • And I'mma hold it til I'm thrown in the ground
  • So I'm blowing rounds and I'm known to carry six
  • New Jacks in the City get Burned like Larry Fish
  • Daddy rich chick magnet, I hand you a fix
  • Spit bricks on the mix and make the avenue flip
  • Carry grips on the regular, berettas and fifths
  • Jumping out navy whips, watch ya neck and ya wrists
  • No question I be reppin' my click, the specialist
  • From the youngings to the O.G.'s checking for this
  • Stay hard on the graveyard shift, cigar split
  • Spark quick, when the shit jump off you're heartless
  • This is S.I.N.Y., Killa Killa Hill
  • 10304, home to gorillas in the field
  • [Outro: Fes Taylor]
  • Yeah, S.T., M&M, Drama King, Kayslay
  • Two 4 War, Undadogz, Loose Linx, House Gang
  • Staten Island, yeah, my son Rock, my son Sic, yea
  • What up, Fuzzy Vasquells

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