[Intro: Fes Taylor] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Cyanide gangsta, gangsta Killah Hill gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yo, yo
[Fes Taylor] Don't make me beat the shit out of one of you rappers Clap your producer, piss on your masters Shaolin, we holding it down, who got something to say? Ill like Al Skratch, you scared to come around my way Spin around, spray rounds, gangsta? Lay it down Everybody hands up, nobody make a sound He like assalam alaikum now, wasn't you Blood? Before that Crip, ain't that some shit? You a snake in a grass ass nigga, and got caught up Chilling in the lab, thought he was safe cuz the door's shut Kick it in, crazy world, that we living in Get a bigger gun, before you go and cop them bigger rims My pistol ignorant, it don't got no common sense Yeah, son, I'm sending you threats, fuck making promises My analysis, trying to insult my intelligence Talk alot of shit, for the alcohol beverages Destroy all the evidence, snatch up them presidents Throw the drugs in the back, evacuate the residence They call me Fes Taylor, fly gangsta, apply anchors On niggas operations, hip hop, you should thank us
[Chorus and 1/2X: Fes Taylor] I know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do it My address, place arrests, you send them to it Even took a stand, you ran, banned From the hood, witness protection program
[Fes Taylor] Aiyo, son, you pussy, I dare ya'll to call my name out Meet you where you hang out, bang out and let the flames out I know you hope the shit, never came out I put your body underground, your career going the same route Playa we gon' ride, I ain't letting you slide Move like the grym reaper, see death in my eyes Breathalize, Henny and 'dro, I know you not serious, yo Thinking you can fucking injure me, no Freestyle, better than you put your album together And you ain't thug, you gon' be a coward forever So when you hear me, say it, I'm talking, directly to you Coward, I start spraying, what ya'll expect me to do? When you was holding 22's, we was holding big guns You ain't even have no bullets, lucky you ain't get done Trying to play tough, thinking this is cops and robbers We black mobsters, crack you in half like lobsters You got a deal in '96, still ain't rich Same year, me palm this, trade your bitch Act hard til I aim the fifth, now niggas wanna talk peace Like why he behave like this, Profes stay in the beef My Wolfpack niggas get your shit off, play for keeps Be happy it's only rhymes and beats, not guns and shells Knives and fifths, call police, son, you gon' tell
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[Outro: Fes Taylor] I know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do it I know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do it
