Fes Taylor - Notorious Thug Life Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Aiyo, who the king of the streets, man?Fes Taylor, Fes Taylor, you know on beatsTwo 4 War Entertainment, that's what's upMighty Healthy Productions, nigga, that's what's up[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, crime rule, cash come with the businessTold you dudes, marijuana my wife, henny my mistressGo head, be a statistic, come on, be realisticIt's me and you, who you think gon' air the biscuitMy niggas on the Island, gon' feel this shitRiker's to Staten, most cutting and clappingShaolin, picture me making us look badPut them 1983 raps back in your bookbagAll my crooks grab 44 mags, jumping out the jagWith the 38 tags, you a fag, bag58's, think like this shit is 52 statesGod damn, that's a whole lotta cakeTake what you want, word up, don't settle for scrapsI walk you to the safe, with the metal to your back, reactWe on top now, I can see ya'll haters somewhere down thereHoping I flop now, I got rounds, plus big hammers to put 'em inAnd you not that nigga, ***** what you could of beenI'm a ill rapper, ill gun game, ill knuckle checkDo niggas like ill, and buckle your neck[Chorus: Fes Taylor]We got hood rats with gats in front of the spotsWolves on the block, ready to scrap with copsThe hood heartless can't laugh when you shotTake the chain right off your neck, after you dropWhat happened to Big, plus happened to PacCan happen to any one of us, think notAdrenaline pumping, don't think when you pop, cuzEither you defending yourself or get rockedPop, pop, or get rockedPop, pop, or get rockedEither you defending yourself or get rocked[Fes Taylor]Park Hill streets taught me a lot, most niggas be frontingUsually, the ones talking a lotKilla Mac tracks bring out the best in my rapsHow could you suck at, what you a professional atSee you over there, checking my stacksAppear out the pitch black, Fes Taylor got this, player sit backNever with joking, the same ol' comedy showYou listen to my rhymes, try to copy my flowNever get it down pat, it's too complexWhat type of baller is you, still wearing TimexFronting like it's Rolex, the great L.G. Profes***** niggas get plugged without a KotexSpit til I got no breath, feeling like I just jogged a mileLive in the ghetto, it's hard to smileScrewface, you don't know me like that, why you playing me closeRest in peace, my little homey, be ghostI'm a rider, crews get stripped in stolen whipsTalk shit, nigga end up with swollen lipsCode of the street, don't snitch, clap your heatAnimal in the studio, ram shack the beatReved up heat, til the Lord comfort me, take my soulSplash off when the jake patrolTake gold like a leprechaun, roll like DecepticonsAutobots of the game, wild like LebanonGrew up in Vietnam, a/k/a Killah HillFirst video we shoot, trynna spend a mil***** your label, I'm worth more than a record dealHit distribution, son, fresh out the institution[Chorus]
