Fes Taylor - Paid In Full (Hot 97 Freestyle) Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yo, Real Deal, what's good babyL.I.S., Lon Dini, it's Fes Taylor, your babyYeah, uh-huh[Fes Taylor]I said Fes got rhymes for days, dudes you don't knowNothing talking bout crime don't payGet money I'mma find a way, either withNines or AK's, or I'm buying the yaeMight see me in the O, then I fly to the ADrive back to N.Y. and my pilot'll batheShe a bad bird, just came home, and I hard birdGot cash out rappers buying my adverbGrown man, still might cry cuz my past hurtBefore I shed a tear, I'll murder your ass flow thoughFlirt with a short skirt, right for the Jag' murkYou a broke dude, jersey cost more than your cash worthSneakers don't come out til next year, 300 dollar bottleOf Remi, you sippin' Beck's beerSon, just wait til my check clearBuy the Staten Island Yankee Stadium, I'm putting the Mets therePark Hill, ate and I slept here, hell yeah I rep herePlace where they only respect fearReal Deal gave me a budget, labels is frontingI made it, they hating, it's nothing, I love itAiyo, throw the tape up in the deck, I spit it for the projectsHomeboy, what you expect?Listen, son, L.I.S. and Tuff is nextThey both bought Cadillacs, me? I jump up in the 'vetteAiyo, the m&m and Esca' vroom, I'm putting downMoney on the house, so you can rest your domeI'm the best when I bless the chrome, illest with the microphoneI ain't waiting next for the throneMedieval rhymes, kidnap kings and queensSwords and horses, replaced with guns and limosinesWhen I come for your team, see if you can run from the beamI do it for the love of the greenI mean if CREAM don't come with your dreamThen somebody wake me, how can I sleep, pray like stray sheepWolf Pack, Fes Taylor, the gangsta, I got ya'llTwo 4 War, son, that's the reason I shop forPop off, killing mad beats, blow your top offSoon as we drop in stores, I'mma be the top dog
