\"Why me?\" - sample repeats throughout [Fes Taylor] Top of the world, I bust like on top of ya girl Aim in front, face of the gun, like stopping to 'url We all know you can't block shots like T.J. Ford Point that buckle every time at the D.J. for it Trying to slide with a C.K. broad That's a childish line, hotty, Eva body with a Nia Long walk They thinking it's all talk, tell 'em it's all sport But, not on the ball court, meals is four course Label working deals is all short, appeals before courts From a place where they teach you don't fork pork I was eating bacon and eggs Out before that bakery opened up, I was making that bread See the bread be the paper, bacon be the pigs And the eggs be the stake, niggaz fronting like they did bids So I serve you sunnyside up 'Fore they bring me down, snitching to the feds, have my money tied up
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] My niggaz locked up, my niggaz boxed up But I'm still in the streets, I never give the block up Pick this gwop up, before the cops rush Lookouts on the roof, the D's can't stop us
[Fes Taylor] I play the block like a stoplight I tell you dudes when it's OK to move, you already been shot twice Not twice, it's not three strikes, you out Bullets put you down longer than a ten count, in a Tyson bout I don't really like to shout, raise my voice I'd rather raise my gun, y'all make the choice Coward, life or death, I aim and point When bullets hit kneecaps, leave pain in ya joints Original, so what who drop first? Shook when the glock burst, shots whizzing, try and see if ya clock work Heart stop ticking like the battery died Whoever charged you up, put the battery inside They find him by battery, next to the ferry Assault and battery, they tried to hit me with a felony Lawyer break it down, I cop out, through a misdemeanor 'Fore LIS got knocked, he just copped a little Beamer
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[Fes Taylor] Sho's passed away I got word, picking my seed up from a half a day What I have to say? This world fucked up, still I remember the good Then drown out the bad, projects, live in the hood Memories, write it down on the pad, other rappers plan to not laugh This is serious business, not a day lasts, they all like furious bitches Leave ya chest like a period, dripping Pussy, said he was cripping and O.G. macking But he was down with the pigs, told on me to the Captain How niggaz is ratting, claiming they running the streets? We Warriors, but it means we don't run from the beef What I talk is what a hustler speaks I don't walk, I just jump in a Jeep I don't flee, scuff on my sneaks I'm busting the heat, you fucking with me? Never played the piano but I'm touching the ki's
