[Intro: Fes Taylor] Can't stand that nigga Yeah, that nigga think he the shit Fuckin' 2 Fly, fuck you Yeah, fuck that nigga
[Fes Taylor] You see, Taylor killed Profes and Taylor want 2 Fly to die Cuz 2 Fly stealin' all his shine See I'm on the grind, run up on him with nines But the niggaz that he rolled with lied so he decides I'ma ride, catch him after the club And the niggaz in the street, like what happened to Doug Get him, rub, shotgun, lay him down in the tub Leave coke in the room, then say it's over drugs And the cops don't like him, cuz they can't catch him Even tried to strip-search him, lookin' in his rectum They'd probably be glad to see him in a bodybag Won't even see it comin' in a hockey mask Now his life shorter than a fuckin' jockey on the ass Kill him and the donkey when I blast Nigga turn on me, put him on to everything Fuck my wife was with me, when I brought the weddin' ring Plus the niggaz spendin' and shit, like we already rich Son, I'm gon' cop the five, this nigga gon' cop the six Created this nigga, how he out-shinin' me? Sometimes it comes to an end, maybe it's time to be Nah, no, fuck that, I do it myself Looked in the mirror, I saw it but, who was myself? Put the gun down, nah son, yo it ain't worth it Had to realize we really the same person...
