[Intro: Fes Taylor] Please listen to my demo (yeah) But please listen to my demo (uh-huh) But please listen to my demo But please listen to my demo
[Fes Taylor] Now every rapper claim he the illest Every rapper with a chain claim he a killa 'Til he faces situations, Die Harder than Bruce Willis We'll grapefruit a nigga, snatch ya chain and kill ya Yeah, I don't really feel ya Fake niggaz kneal to The Great when I appear to ya Life's gettin' scarier, knights in ya areas Actin' like the cops is inferior Blocks, funeral homes, they bury ya My pants heavier, I carry calibers The size of excalibur, lookin' for a challenger I twist a silencer, life more violenter Homies twist a Valentine, I'm tryin' to do algebra Hip hop calenders, Get Fresh crew staff Nah, you ain't down, where the dollars in ya shoe path? I fool around, when it come to hoes, bitches come and go Plus I'ma go, right down to their under clothes See my hunger grow, I could make the summer snow So I hustle slow, Benz, get a couple those Air bubble those, or the J.O.'s Whatever throws, hotels, clothes, hoes, own a couple those Yeah, a couple shows, now I'm comfortable This dough is nothin' though, can't front, I love it yo See Taylor 2 Fly, I'm in the Coupe high Numbers do lie, if ya payin' for ya air time You see my beard line, and the Dax wave grease make my hair shine '07 year, mine, see the people in my buildin' fear crime But my hood grow, fuck and sell crack, this year mine And the snitches be the ones you smoke blunts with Get ya daughter kidnapped, probably get ya son hit
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] See the streets made me and OG's raised me To be a G, so what you niggaz could say to me? (Nothing) See my peoples love me cuz my peoples hungry So I feed 'em steak, we was eatin' lunch meats They try and leave the streets, I'm tryin' to lead the streets Open businesses, oppurtunities, we can eat
[Fes Taylor] Paper chaser, Henny with no chasers Still, I could spit it with no paper, pencil or eraser My money getters, honey hitters, might find ya bunny missin' I ain't trickin', get it twisted, listen Taylor, I stitch it and sew it up Now I learned, put money away, so I guess I'm growin' up Still post up, six in the mornin', catch a smoker rush Game in the cobra clutch, you like a broken Dutch You a grown ass man, how you broke as fuck? Crack niggaz in half, he'll feel it when he sober up Football dreams, a good boy needs You was headed down the right path, avoidin' the fiends I was headed down Main Street avoidin' the D's You know, G's claim streets, Rolls Royce through the P's Yeah, I gotta speak, I'm the voice of the P's Top five rappers, I'm the choice of the thieves Hoes yo, have they putty moist and they weave Lookin' like a hurricane hit 'em when they leave No disrespect, no hurricanes on my feet And you'll never catch me with a hurricane in the street Talk liquor bottles, talk thicker models I toured different obsticles all the time, nigga They try and leave the streets, I'm tryin' to lead the streets Open businesses, oppurtunities, we can eat
