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Fes Taylor
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Double Up
[Intro:Black Jesus] What's good, ya'll, it's your boy Black Jesus For the mixtape, and my nigga Fes Taylor We gon' lay it down right quick, man Harlem 6 forever, Chambermusik, what's good baby? What's going on Clef? AGR, Wil Power what's good baby? Sourface, let's go, my nigga
[Black Jesus:] You don't really really want it, fuck beef, like fish, I gut it Give you airtime, you ain't reach that public You not a boss, you a puppet, controlled by the bootleg hate Niggas is gay, to let God judge it I'm disgusted with like most of ya'll, so I had to break ya balls Cause Taylor felt the same way, brung the extra SK Will light that ass up, if you looking for problems Leave 'em gutted and trash dumped, in the middle of Harlem I'm squeezing for a reason, on your plot and treason Before I let the game die, you niggas won't be breathing Looks is deceiving, you'se a punk on the low I'm taking your cash fast and killing you real slow Nigga you ain't know, but you knowing it now though Nigga I don't spit flames, homey I spar flows I'm lava, my product gets hotter and hotter Like Jesus and the Harlem 6, we cornering the market
[Chorus: Black Jesus] These are pushing flows, bout to be on a roll Brother, you ain't know Got to get that dough, shit is outta control Letting beef unfold Better get that game, like a real sick thang Nigga, we don't care Nigga, it's our time, trynna stop my grind And I'll pop my nine
[Fes Taylor:] Aiyo, bred Manhattanville nigga, move to the Killah Hill Beastie Boys tell the homey to chillie chill They wanna kill me still, I feel a milly, still Get me protected like a vest or a riot shield So when I fire steel, bitches admire my wheel Even the haters say my attire is I'll Taylor I'm too cool, plus all this ice in my jewels Probably drop the temp in the room, I icicle fools Staten to Harlem got Dispet swag Shoot a nigga wearing Wu-Tang masks, you don't gotta ask We run New York, gangstas only listen when the gun talk Either you loc'd out or play the bloodsport Harlem 6, nigga, Two 4 War You niggas always be behind me, like a U-Haul door So, follow my lead, ya'll couldn't follow my speed Like your baby moms swallow my seeds, nigga
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