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Fes Taylor
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Take 'Em Threw It
[Intro:Fes Taylor] This for my homies, man Everything gon' be aight It's looking real good for the future It's like you know our past, man You know what we came from, the future is us
[Fes Taylor] Projects where I grew up, with hard working people Did it now, while the drug dealers blew up So I looked up to dudes who was hustling Seen 'em running from cops, while narcotics rushing in They schooled me, you can take the block with an uzi Chicks'll beat you down before getting popped for a hoochie Sticks, I only try if it's juicy, got 50 pizza's for sale Two for a buck, like copping a loosie Rocking the hoop, park that, hop in the Benz Screamin' 'we got beef', he ain't pop off in the pents I've been whipped, some went dead ago Who the fucked up, flow six years ago Yo, moment of silence when you hear my flow Now everytime you see me, you like there's my dough Paid in full, stars like a Raging Bull When my wolves like portion, men made in wool Eat you alive, beat you nines if you stunting on One of my homies, any peoples of mines If you saw crimes eating you blind, it ain't hard to get at you Son, if you seek you will find Me right in the hill posted, or somewhere in Manhattan With Gil in the roasted toasted Lord, I'm so focused, I keep all the love That you give me closest, it's not hopeless And we the key to success Everybody leaving the game, we the reason they left...
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] I'mma take you threw it I'mma take you threw it I'mma take you threw it
[Fes Taylor] Hip hop where I came up, after 10 years These wack MC's, doing the same stuff So I looked up to Kane, he was spitting it Learned it from Kool G. Rap, he was living it They taught me, you can get money across seas Back on American land, after we bought V's Just to get out of jail, I paid the court fees Remember we co-ps, son, running in 4G Hit the pad up, while Chuck in lab, bagging up I beat the c's for hours, til they had enough Two 4 Oh, only in it to blow We just kick down the door, couple minutes ago Yo, moment of silence for my homies deceased Streets only the streets, if you owning a peace Hate the Wolves, like Mike gon' hate the Bulls My comeback, I aim at your face and pull Hit you with bats or hit you with gats, what you want me to Spit your a rap, I get you a tab Give you a rap, stitching you back, now you on the streets No, you can't go to prison and relax I'm right here in Park Hill, you can find me at the four buildings Rolling Bob Marley cigars filled, lord I'm so sorry But everything we did wrong, so we can do right for our seeds Give me the key to the city, I sware Everybody in the struggle, son, I'm freeing the witty
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