Fes Taylor - Take 'Em Threw It Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]This for my homies, manEverything gon' be aightIt's looking real good for the futureIt's like you know our past, manYou know what we came from, the future is us[Fes Taylor]Projects where I grew up, with hard working peopleDid it now, while the drug dealers blew upSo I looked up to dudes who was hustlingSeen 'em running from cops, while narcotics rushing inThey schooled me, you can take the block with an uziChicks'll beat you down before getting popped for a hoochieSticks, I only try if it's juicy, got 50 pizza's for saleTwo for a buck, like copping a loosieRocking the hoop, park that, hop in the BenzScreamin' 'we got beef', he ain't pop off in the pentsI've been whipped, some went dead agoWho the *****ed up, flow six years agoYo, moment of silence when you hear my flowNow everytime you see me, you like there's my doughPaid in full, stars like a Raging BullWhen my wolves like portion, men made in woolEat you alive, beat you nines if you stunting onOne of my homies, any peoples of minesIf you saw crimes eating you blind, it ain't hard to get at youSon, if you seek you will findMe right in the hill posted, or somewhere in ManhattanWith Gil in the roasted toastedLord, I'm so focused, I keep all the loveThat you give me closest, it's not hopelessAnd we the key to successEverybody leaving the game, we the reason they left...[Chorus: Fes Taylor]I'mma take you threw itI'mma take you threw itI'mma take you threw it[Fes Taylor]Hip hop where I came up, after 10 yearsThese wack MC's, doing the same stuffSo I looked up to Kane, he was spitting itLearned it from Kool G. Rap, he was living itThey taught me, you can get money across seasBack on American land, after we bought V'sJust to get out of jail, I paid the court feesRemember we co-ps, son, running in 4GHit the pad up, while Chuck in lab, bagging upI beat the c's for hours, til they had enoughTwo 4 Oh, only in it to blowWe just kick down the door, couple minutes agoYo, moment of silence for my homies deceasedStreets only the streets, if you owning a peaceHate the Wolves, like Mike gon' hate the BullsMy comeback, I aim at your face and pullHit you with bats or hit you with gats, what you want me toSpit your a rap, I get you a tabGive you a rap, stitching you back, now you on the streetsNo, you can't go to prison and relaxI'm right here in Park Hill, you can find me at the four buildingsRolling Bob Marley cigars filled, lord I'm so sorryBut everything we did wrong, so we can do right for our seedsGive me the key to the city, I swareEverybody in the struggle, son, I'm freeing the witty[Chorus to fade]
