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Fes Taylor
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Wolf Pack Anthem
[Fes Taylor] Aiyo, fuck whoever snitched on Specs I hope you get stabbed to death, then you get pissed on next Puerto Ricans on the fifth floor, got Chuck crib rushed My little sister doing robbery, they took her in cuffs Smoking weed at 13, first took me a puff My older cousin, Boo, son, when he slid me some dust Yo, my darts like an open wound, dripping with puffs Real nasty, sippin' some Henny, hittin' a blunt Pigs harass me, jump out vans, pickin' us up Like a school bus in the morning when ya kids in the front If you front, then the Wolves got my back like a napsack I clap at this fake big dog, fronting fat cat More like a puppy or kitten, I've been doing this Since Polo Rugbies with Knights that's British From a place people like to visit, but they scared to live here Times it feel impossible, who in here No I'm not a loser, I got bread, I trick P.T. Cruisers And G.T. Cougars, this is for my PCP movers Bray Brand Street shooters, Park Hill crack dealers who chief buddah Stick up kids who play on the staircase Fuck a mask, want the rep, so they spray on your bare face The ratchet make you come out your jacket, but we was taking Jansports To ever before, just snatching leaf patches Cuz caught my bluff, said hit him so a shot toss Like Fes what you doing, you said shoot 'em, so I popped off Did a lot of shit in the past, never got caught Lucky we ain't doing life, the way the block taught But stoned is the way of the walk, I hate the pigs So I eat swine, son, slaying the pork Barbeque cops, bop if you hard or you not This is hip hop, I spit it from the heart when I rock I'm part of the art, just picture the game without Fes Niggas like J-Kwon, only on, cuz we ain't out yet
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] Aiyo, my niggas don't fight, we just let off them pipes Catch a body, throw the glock away, yell Wolf Pack, yeah, Wolf Pack, yeah Wolf Pack, yeah, Wolf Pack, yeah
[Fes Taylor] It's like me vs. the whole planet, and that's the reason I hold cannons So under pressure, never see the pro panic I got cuts and scars, but still I fuck stars I treat a bitch like the slut you are We stunting in cars, cost more than most niggas houses In the hooptie wilding, the housing, the nigga need counseling Anger management, no remorse when the hammer spit Three niggas with masks, only thing the camera get A lane of sticks, linebacker, trynna get my hands on Vick Catch a rich nigga slipping, cooler than a can of Brisk I plan the fifth, you please stick, I plead the fifth Heat seek your whip, bullets with illegal tips Desert eagle grip, shots make your people snitch Barrel pointed at you, right behind the regal tents It's either that, or I bash your dome Like Cam told Mase, jack, you can come back home Aiyo, fuck these niggas fronting like, I ain't the one Like I won't smack 'em up, then put eye in the son You die in the slums, my brain fry, high offa drugs I ride for my dubs, slug leave you lying in blood Type of nigga cry to the judge, tell the hot boys where you buying them guns I'm what they try to become Still they hate on me, true hip hop fans wait for me I can't eat, I know somebody got a plate for me Extortion, call it the fresh air fund Pair of J's or some fresh Air One's, here we come
[Chorus 2X]
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