[Fes Taylor] Aiyo, haters wan' pull tools on me, take jewels off me Streets' crazy, even members of my crew cross me I write best when I'm stressed, so I guess I should thank y'all, that's why I won't rest 'til my death I'm 'bout to get rich, my manager, a millionaire So it's like, I'm already there, get closer to it every year Hip hop, I never gave up on you, I put bucks on you Love, plus I lust for you, so I bust for you I spit rhymes, I've did crimes, been on the grind Chained like it's winter time, now the kid is shy I'm Fes Taylor, it's Profes, but I'm still The Great L.G. Feel like I'm on my eighth L.P. I put in work, Hot 97, kick a verse Blow up, bean, sip some liquor first, trying to quench my thirst My girl left me, my man snaked me, the world test me But they still won't break me if the pigs should arrest me
[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] When I needed you, forever was there Even was times when I dropped down to one knee, shedding a tear I still love you, make me feel better, you care I still love you, yeah, 'til the day that heaven appears
[Mr. Prezident] We done been through the pranks, son, and did it together Took whatever for the cheddar just to live life better I remember when you took me and I ain't had shit Gave me the keys to ya whip, watched my back while I pitched If it, wasn't for you, I might not be here Sometimes life throws us curves and it don't seem fair Like when the feds rushed us, asked questions, then cuffed us Thinking the whole time that somebody done fucked us Like rats in a trap, scrapped, took the bait But you told 'em, suck ya dick and you took the weight For that, I got ya back, and I'm on my grind As for ya wifey and ya kids, I hold 'em down like they're mine Word, to everything I love, if you need it, I got it And when ya, hit the bricks, we gon' get shit popping Yo, the sun always shines, keep ya head to the sky And don't worry 'bout nothing, cuz I...
[Specman] Razor punks, flip like blunts, pound on cunts Snuff da-dunt-a-dunts, how foul our life was It's twisted and rough, been through enough Even sat on the bus, cuffs, upstate, couldn't break hell weight Hell's gate, heavy weight, we shift the whole state Ate the whole plate, we great, took the cake While others look and hate, cuz we sitting on top But we ain't gon' stop like the spinners on my new drop Banging like a spoon in the sink, in the box Either hanging on the block, or them parties in The Bronx You and me, The UMC's, the Blue Cheese To Four g's, to Force MD's, to torch the seas Our CD's reach, new speech, they see me in streets On Beverly or Hemmity Streets, so they remember me Whatever we need, no trouble, we weather the struggle Powerfully humble, ready to rumble, we come from the jungle