[Intro: Lon Dini] Yo, Taylor, man, what the fuck, man? Let's go in, man These niggaz don't wanna let us shine, man What the fuck, man? What the fuck we gon' do, man? We gotta bogart our win in this bitch, man
[Fes Taylor] Nights in the corner, roll dice on the corner Right in front of police on the corner Sort of wanna change I caught a case same year frat bought a Range I wanna escape, face the music Why you wanna hate on the movement? Get a Gano-D fake with a pool stick Fuck with the Ruthless, fuck with the Scramblers Top Guns, E.S.G. in Vegas gambling Two 4 artist, Full Moon Management Keep trying your luck, jumping over candlesticks Damn, you spit shit, I'm a hustling nigga, expand it quick Hand me a brick, grams you get, I see you while you handling nicks Snatch ya beat, I tell Fantom sample it quick No Nestle, word to Leslie, don't test me All that tough talk don't impress me Press me, push buttons, why? Cuz I pushed something fronting Still ain't nothing, gotta love it 2 Fly still skywalking, stars ready publish song Break it down on 'em when I hovered
[Interlude: Fes Taylor] Howl at the wolves...
[R. Kelly (Fes Taylor)] I was so wrapped up in all of the finer things (Yea, I was caught up) That I never had the time to show ya what ya meant to me (But I love you hip hop) Money, cars and ice, blinging off the clothes (And I thank you for that, baby) I thought that I was hot, until you turned cold (But why the fuck you fucking with these other niggaz for?) How could my success go and deceive me? (Huh? Look what these niggaz doing to the game) Yet I could turn it all back and all of this would be a dream to me (I guess I'm just dreaming y'all) Ohhh ohhh oooh oooh ohhh ohhh ohhh (I'm slipping out my dreams, you dig? Fuck it! You know...)
