Fes Taylor - Nine 2 Five Lyrics
f/ Dee Di Simone, Specman[Intro: Fes Taylor]The struggle... continuesSpecman, yeah.. L.I.S., uh-huhMr. Prezident, S.G., Fes TaylorI see ya.. I said.. aiyo..[Fes Taylor]Two 4 War, better acknowledge my crewAfter we start beef we follow throughYou could wear a vest if you wantI send hollows through, so don't make me pop a toolStandin' over top of you, *****es gossip tooWho shot who, who locked up, who laid up in the hospitalNo I'm not a fool, run up on ya ass, son, pop ya jewelsOne-Six-Ooh used to do it to a lot of dudesI don't care you cop a rule, nigga run ya pockets tooSon this four-four hit you stronger than the Vodka proofComin' forward, got the juice? Tell me where you got the lootI'ma suck this nigga dry like fourty-deuce prostitutesI'ma buck this nigga, die, do what I gotta doSeven-fourty-five I, trunk got a lot of roomPump got a lot of boom, punk got a lot of nervePuff smoke a lot of herb, blood on the side of curbs[Chorus: Fes Taylor (Specman) {Dee Di Simone}]I'm just tryin' to survive, just tryin' to stay alive (yea yea)(Keep ya head above water dog) {Everyday... somebody dies}(Everyday it gets crazy out there)Why should I work nine 2 five, drive myself to suicide?(Can't take it no more) {Everyday... I'm on the grind}(Goin' to the point now)[Fes Taylor]Yo I'm a milly nigga, my Wolf Pack crew know what it meansEither we spendin' or we blowin' greenUsed to catch the ferry to Bowling GreenGo up town to cop shit, sold it to the fiendsControl the beam on top of the Desert, hit off and blow the sceneMy whole team stomp you out, leave ya jaw numb like codeineI stole vehic's, been shackled up with co-D'sClap one of you O.G.'s, drunk off O.E.Never been a punk or a phony, Shaolin homeyAsk any real nigga about me, bet he know me (Fes Taylor!)Profes the one and only, I took a shot, let the doctor sew meOn the block niggaz plot to overthrow meMad if I cop the Rolie, you rather seen me in the pens coppin' roadiesRevenge leave ya fitted holey (It's real... nah, they can't hold us downFes Taylor, they can't hold you down)[Chorus][Fes Taylor]Yo yo check it out cuz the third verse be the illestCuz I, saved the best for last, murdered these lyricsPark Hill, heard that we killas? Burn 'em like skilletsAnd they lovin' our gangsta, birds really feel usPlus I pull guns on them squeelers, run with them dealersWeapon concealers, throw thirty-sixes on eighteen wheelersStaten Island we still wildin', Riker's Island in 2000Came home, and now my whole crew stylin'We want millions to build a business, entertainment to make us famousBuy a Benz, cash instead of makin' paymentsAiyo, Taylor get bagged, Fes never make a statementY'all must got me mistaken, do my time, I can take itHave a talk with my lawyer, case fought with my lawyerNow I walk with my lawyer out the court with my lawyerNow I'm back to the block where the avenues hotWhere the worser they treat you the blacker the *****, faggot![Chorus][Outro: Fes Taylor]This for all my peoples, my peoples in the hood that's starvin'That's strugglin', just tryin', we tryin' to get itYou hear me? It's like, this is what we doin' right hereSo we could make everything better for everybodyYou know? Shadow Government, that's the future!That's how we gon' feed our family!That's how we gon' get this money and how we gon' get our peoples out of this struggle!So when you see us strugglin' and we try and come to the top...and you try and stop us from comin' to the top... we lookin' at you like foolsAnd my Wolves... they will eat you!We will eat you! Do you hear me!?!
