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Fes Taylor
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Remember
[Fes Taylor] Remember I held you down, when you was never around When I needed you, really wanted to be with you Get married by a crip, now preceded to Break up, some how, thought was unbelievable You act like you too good for me, I taught you how to be a lady Now you being shady, trynna drive me crazy Gave you tennis bracelets, benjamins, big faces Took you to big places, when I mistaken I'll never love again, I tell a chick we can be fucking friends Cut buddies, you can get a nut from me No bucks, honey, never give a slut, money Hate me at first, but after we fuck, they love me But I don't trust a bunny, I see 'em staring While I'm busting 20's, they fake, don't like me, they just lust to win I'm not looking for a wife, most bitches is trife Flex girl, put an end to his life The shit that I wrote, my baby moms switch to a dyke But she still try to fuck me, make me think she do it out of spite True facts straight from the heart, I'm gone with the wind Fessy Bogart, I'm just playing my part Bitches they say they love you, hoes know I don't trust you Ladies if I offend you, it's just the shit I've been through I tell a chick, I don't care if you faithful I got ten more to replace you, so make moves I'm cold hearted, cuz I'm a whole different person now Feel like my soul parted, it's no bargains My way or the highway, the place ain't no love Like ma, you can read what the sign say I used to be a sucker for fine babes, since the 49 days Get head era, with rebel line fades But now, I tell 'em simply if you fuck with me You can be as pretty as me Yeah, I'm Fes Taylor incorporated, sports illustrated Same bitches saying you wish we was dating
[Interlude: Fes Taylor] Yo, Fes Taylor, man Yo fuck that punk smooth shit, man Kick something for the gangstas, man
[Fes Taylor] Remember the riots where Kase died Remember throwing up dubs, we used to take pride Shaolin, I'm from the place where cops'll kill you This one here for Shock T, locked, I feel you We gon' try to appeal you, these niggas fake, time to reveal you The truth like a handgun, they trynna conceal proof I bring it to the table, I put 'em out they misery Like horses with broke legs in the stable You spit fables, flip cake to, we made due Put money in, in this label, it's phase two Locked down the industry now, even my enemies bound Blow eight in the morgue, sneakers alone, three thou' I choose death over the penetentiary Picture a label pimping me like I'm a sissy MC Why I'm not signed, ain't enough zero's on the contract For me to put my name on the dotted line, bottom line
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