Fes Taylor - Peace Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Aiyo, yo, yo, what up, yo, what up, yo[Chorus: Fes Taylor]To all my peoples hustling in the street, peace, peaceStill standing on the corner with heat, it's no peace, peaceIt's Two 4 War, W.P., my homey, peace, peaceSometimes I think, we ain't never see, peace, peace[Fes Taylor]I hope you had a good time, enjoy the dope rhymesHaters I know, ya'll hopin' that I won't shineThis for my niggas that I got love forHit 'em all raw, get on your feet and spin this love floorLearn from experience, never trust whoresAnd I'm dead serious, when I say ***** the lawPolice ain't shit but the Ku Klux Klan with badgesBlack cops praising they masters, showing they assesRun up on us, cuz our chain smashingBlinding they eyes, when they drive by, stay harassingEvery day blasting, hood stay hot, come on, imagineLiving in the land of the savageName brand fabric, head to toeTop of the line car, lotta gadgets, let's goThe dash say 180, I'm try'nna go fasterYou like 'wow', when I blow past yaYo, this be the words of the great, my music'llRise the dead, my homey's rise and waitBelly aches made the hunger pace, too much to bearI rep my thugs, throw it up, in the airProud to be a part of this Wolfpack familyWe ran horror to your house like AmityI like nasty chicks like Vanity SixNext year be 26, son, plan to be richUnderstand we flip, like, it's the last daysEscape the streets like rats in a mazeDie from old age, we expect violent deathsHomey survive if you liver than the rest, yesBreath in tubes, apply it to your chest, that's what you getIf you ever try Profes...Fire the Smith and Wess, and keep shootin' til we get respectGive me the loot, son, snatch begetsTime for ya'll to pay like debts, you owe me alotAll my blood, sweat & tears, spill on the blockFor all the lives lost in the struggleAll the lies from these hoes when they say they love youAnd *****ed your best friend, no wonder why we act shady to ladiesSmile in your face, pregnant with the next man babyYou made it, congratulations, 12 years in this rap shit, this is my graduationMy reputation on Staten Island from wilding, peace, peaceNever get it, shots go off, city never sleepsThis one is not a rhyme, classify it as a speech[Outro: Fes Taylor]Yo, I'd like to say peace to Park Hill Avenue, Raybrand StreetBroadway, North Street, Jersey StreetPort Richmond Ave., Richmond Ave., Richmond TerraceHolland Ave., South Ave., Shaolin, yoPeace to my Georgetown, South Carolina peoples, give it to rawMy peoples in ATL, Cambleton to Auburt Ave., the SwatsMy coke head Long Island niggas, Richmond P, Burg V.A.South East, D.C., B-More niggasMy Harlem, Manhattanville niggas, all project niggas125 niggas, my Clarks and the Uttica, BK niggasMy Kingsborough niggas, yo, I'd like to say peaceTo, Castlehill, Bronx niggas, Cypress Ave. niggasBD More niggas, my Queens, Jamaica Ave., niggasLinden Boulevard niggas, what up, my N.C., my N.C. Winstom-Salem niggasWhat about my Albany niggas, my Connecticut niggasMy Brothersville niggas, my East Coast niggas, West Coast niggasYo, L.A., Texas niggas, New Orleans niggas, Tennessee niggasAll the rest of ya'll niggas, man, catch ya'll niggas on the next one
