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hate (the streets premix) - fes taylor lyrics

[fes taylor:]
my s.i. swagger, i’m kill’n em the best style faster,
the shook and touched by a rapper,
they thinking it’s just music, like my nike airs i just do it,
this here life neck and my wrist blue, it’s how fish do it,
chef it to the block, my b-tches love hard c-ck,
i stuff a quarter of soft right in their tw-t,
my block, i’m like a soldier with fatigues on strapped,
with stripes, like a general leaving for iraq,
my drive, be successful leaving and then fly back,
hit the road, yeah we eating, so pieces dived that,
taylor, i was leaning on corners with my back,
up against the wall, had no choice but fire back,
now, benz truck with the tires on the back,
they was in the doge shadow when my tires had a flat,
ohh, why you hate fes, cause i stay fresh,
young black n-gg- from the hood and you make less.

[hook: inspectah deck]
you ain’t live’n it fly, you just live’n a lie,
you know why, cause there’s hate in your blood,
you ain’t strive’n for yours, you just climb’n aboard,
behind doors there’s hate in your blood,
you ain’t clap’n no bricks, you ain’t pop’n no clips,
you pop sh-t cause there’s hate in your blood,
you ain’t ring’n no bells, you ain’t pitch’n no sells,
you just jelled cause there’s hate in your blood.

[inspectah deck:]
is it the way that my jeans hang over my kicks,
when you see me i’ll be on the g strolle with my b-tch,
skipping towns like i’m owing a grip, set show em respect,
i’m repping alone, i’m home on the strip,
zone with the kids, you feel me cause you know what it is,
all you eying from the sideline probing my biz,
h-ll right now i’m open for biz,
and my life style’s blowing your wig,
how they like wow over the kid,
like a n-gg- fresh home from a bid,
focus on tips, city boy post on the pigs,
focus on his, supposed to stay close to the ridge,
you know anything f-cking with a soldier this big,
watch me now son, i’m over the bridge,
type a n-gg- have his outfit matching with the boat and the crib,
why you talking, why you open your gibbs,
no points for me to open your wig, n-body know who you is n-gg-.

[hook]

[lot-a-nerv:]
check our swag on em,
came through the block in the jag on em,
means to talk breeze but that n-gg-s is fabulous,
i mean, i see why they hate’n,
they whole style is basic and killed em on some eighty-eight sh-t,
i’m in the eighty-eight sick, like when crack and caine hit,
so now that i’m famous, i’m most destoned to be the greatest,
haters, you can’t stop what’s unstoppable n-gg-,
and lose, i said i’m sorry it’s not optional n-gg-,
i come hotter and harder, no h-m-, sorry i gotta,
if i didn’t it’d be different and i wouldn’t be lot-a,
i’m the truth i got proof, my top gunners’ll shoot,
blow your roof then i’ll slide in my hater proof coupe,
lot-a, i’m the future of the future,
ya’ll haters keep hate’n while you n-gg-s keep lose’n,
we roll with the winners so you sleepers keep snooze’n,
we stunt’n on you n-gg-s and we showed you how to do it,
the winners, yeah.

- fes taylor lyrics

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