[Fes Taylor] Aiyo the staircase bitches get fucked Dutch guts cover the floor, some black marks cover the wall Two Forty Warrior brawl, Who You the warrior's call They waitin' for the day the Warriors fall Fuck you all, the King won't rise from the throne You peasents in the background tryin' to throw stones Son I send my grey knights to pick out grave sites Double-barrel at ya show, fake nigga caught stage fright Kidna like a cage fight, shake it up, spray like Sprite You never been a thug a day in ya life You rap timid, act like you afraid of the mic I come from the street, corners and buildings, play them at night So I'm used to makin' split decisions In front of the judge, I'ma plead the fifth amendment My lawyer's great, next best thing to Cochrane I pop men, plus I'm mad nice in boxin'
[Chorus 4X: Fes Taylor] It's the year of the Two 4 and I declare war That's what we here for, we here for
[Fes Taylor] Aiyo ask me how badly I need it Badly enough to leave yo badly bleedin' I leave you fags wheezin' with a hole in ya chest Put ya head underwater, you could try holdin' ya breath Profes, yea I'm back in the flesh And we really pop guns, y'all just act on the set Remember son, this is real life, you rap to a T.V. track I'm rated R, they probably P.G. that I'm beefin' for every fan out there that's unsatisfied Everything ain't the shit, son, like it's advertised Don't believe everything you read in them magazines Most mics be given to niggaz who be havin' CREAM Mean that everything is a pay off, even D.J. spins Like they're scared to let the P.J.'s in I'ma bust down the door if it takes my life to do it Then so be it, we got problems, I'm part of the solution
[Fes Taylor] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo If you my peoples then stand up Sentiment too evil to a snitch if I'm handcuffed What? Oh, I'm what hip-hop's missin' My proof is my music, all you gotta do is stop, listen, kid Can you hear that? It's the sound of The Great Out of state in Seattle with the Mariners plates When L.I.S. had the Marilyn gate I used to sit, Carolyn carryin' cake to Larry and bake I'm fuckin' the city, might as well marry the state Fes Taylor got a soft spot for fatties and waists Yo it's serious, I ain't the best period, name who is My niggaz gon' change the biz, my niggaz gon' raid ya fridge We ain't eatin' right, act like we ain't got a place to live If I'm broke then, how I'm gon' raise my kid? I grind hard, so he don't go the way I did