Fes Taylor - Kill 2 Fly Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]You see, Taylor killed Profes and Taylor want 2 Fly to dieCuz 2 Fly stealin' all his shineSee I'm on the grind, run up on him with ninesBut the niggaz that he rolled with lied so he decidesI'ma ride, catch him after the clubAnd the niggaz in the street, like what happened to DougGet him, rub, shotgun, lay him down in the tubLeave coke in the room, then say it's over drugsAnd the cops don't like him, cuz they can't catch himEven tried to strip-search him, lookin' in his rectumThey'd probably be glad to see him in a bodybagWon't even see it comin' in a hockey maskNow his life shorter than a *****in' jockey on the assKill him and the donkey when I blastNigga turn on me, put him on to everything***** my wife was with me, when I brought the weddin' ringPlus the niggaz spendin' and shit, like we already richSon, I'm gon' cop the five, this nigga gon' cop the sixCreated this nigga, how he out-shinin' me?Sometimes it comes to an end, maybe it's time to beNah, no, ***** that, I do it myselfLooked in the mirror, I saw it but, who was myself?Put the gun down, nah son, yo it ain't worth itHad to realize we really the same person...
