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Added: Apr 29, 2009
Cop that new Fes Taylor album Flight 10304 (T-2 Fly) ! Produced by Hectic [Lyrics:] [Chorus 2X: Lot-a-Nerv] As I gaze up at the stars, And howl up at the moon, I've been all around the World, I told em that I'll be back soon. [Fes Taylor] Game got my brain in a choke hold, I'm still tryna figure out which way I should go, Just say no, But I say yes to the streets, Just bought some new hammers, That's investing in beef, I can't rest when I sleep, Unless my gun under my pillow, Like the tooth fairy left with some teeth, In my jeans plus my swagger is mean, Plus my fitted hat lean like an outfielder played in a league, Couple G's in my pockets to blow, Corner pocket your hoe, Like fast food yeah I got it to go, So I rep that Killa Hill fly shit across the globe, Serve places only bosses go, Still climbed to the top, Took losses though, On the edge I was cautious though, It's smooth back to the day that I die, Til the clouds turn grey in the sky motherfuckers. [T-Bird] Yo I got big guns, Big hammers, And little triggers, But them little things turn big men to little bitches, Niggas say I'm nice, But now I'm getting a little vicious, Cause them fake thugs with Milkbone jaws acting like bitches, Niggas act gangsta til them slugs get up in em, Then they real colors show, Snakes start spitting venom, Got the hood flooded, Indictment came by abundance, Drug money's good but don't no good come from it, The root of all people, Bruise all people, Believe in you, Life aint no movie, When you die aint no sequel, Sheet over your face the last time your kid see you, Niggas act like they hard in reality dudes is see through, My vision's way beyond what the eyes can see, My niggas is sharing this vision so they seeing with me, See the cars, See the cribs, And you seeing the dough, I John Cena your ass, You aint seeing this flow nigga. [Chorus] [Mr. Prezident] When yall was tryna learn life I was tryna turn white, I done earned stripes up and down the turnpike, Hitting turns like I'm on the mound pitching, It started with the vision, Just a pistol and the pitch'n, Straight from the body to the South side of Richmond, Ducking from the coppers, Kept cryills in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, I'm like listen, Patient over the pot like Grandpa fishing, No time for bitching, I be where the cake at, Hit you with assignment, Please have my cake A.S.A.P., I said A.S.A.P. before I let the K clap, Hit em close range so I can see his face crack, Then it's straight back stunt'n on these old frauds, Bring the O.G. boy you more like an old brawd, Ohh Lord, When the heat cock, Close range shot make it sound like the beat box. [Lot-a-Nerv] In the last couple months I heard Lot-a your great, My dude you bout to be a sign you know what you just wait, Wait, You see this chicken getting smaller on my plate, See I lost a little weight and you can see it in my face, I'm hungry, Stress got me depressed and now I'm feeling upset, Cause cash never reset, It ejects, As money gets me hard, I'ma erect, You see this, A man understand that I need sex, Like Chinese they need death, I'm a wolf I prey over the weak, If it's beef, Cock, Shoot, Blow the flesh off of his meat, It's me, I got a lot of N-E-R-V, Play the U.S. troops, I'll blow a hole through your fleet, Yeah, Yeah nigga come try to Saddam me, Youn aint got enough Contra guns to harm me, It's H.R., Top Guns, And W.P., I said enough subliminals yall aint fucking with me, Nah. [Chorus]
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