Fes Taylor - Sports Illustrated Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]Yo, the thrill of the sport, I'm ill on the court, nopeBut I'm dope, when I'm feeling the thought, or wheeling the PorscheI just bought, from the dealer to flossLike my chains stay with the cross, I'm airing the torch, nowWho rhyme better, who shine better, pretty like aChrome nine beretta, I grind for cheddarEvery night five or better, I bet that, any rapper verse meFrom the school of hard knocks, you from the nurserySo twiddily dee, twiddily dum106 & Park when I drop, it'll be doneI'm bringing it back, way back, slinging them crackKill hooks like my homey L.I.S., singing the trackIn fact, Wolf Pack, yeah we throwing up dubsThrowing slugs, 'fore we throwing up gloves, nigga what?[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]It's Fes Taylor incorporated, I'm sport illustrated'sGreatest, it's Two 4 War Entertainment[Fes Taylor]If I ain't the best, then tell me who is, cuzI bury the rest on the Ferry and slidI'm the kid that you thought would die or go to jailBut the kid work hard for success, thought I would fail?Now, I'm top, wanna see me fall, you can call KochI'm laid up, getting some brain while the ball dropHappy New Year, I'm so happy to be hereIt's brighter days, I can see clearI'm the shadows with double barrels and bomb apparrelShot from the gun that travel, right through your bone marrowTelephone home from the road, on other side of the globeWifey wired her doughEverything good, damn it feel great to haveI was broke needing money and I hate to askTake some cash, that's what I plan to doMake it better for my friends and my family too[Chorus 4X][Fes Taylor]Yo, the game is way different, gangsta stay silenceThese lame dudes keep riffingCompetition ain't nothing to us, and to tell the truthAin't nobody *****ing with usWarriorz in full control, my heart full with soulStill the soul cold, like the south poleListen, boy, I'm 26 years old, I ain't playing with youTaking over, what I came here to doWolf Pack is the name of my crew, yeah, I throw up W'sBut that don't mean I hang with the WuNothing personal, cuz Deck my nigga, and Meth my niggaBut I don't really ***** with the rest of them niggasCheck it, I'mma do me, go ahead and do youI can make a hit without Fantom or Boo HooI could make a chick strip down out her poom poomsQuicker than a thirsty nigga swallow a Yoo-Hoo[Chorus 4X]
