Fes Taylor - The Secret Weapon Lyrics
Fes Taylor Lyrics
The Secret Weapon Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]
We on that get fresh Fresh Air Fund shit nigga,
I bought to start charging ya'll niggas for air,
What up niggas.
[Fes Taylor:]
I'm from a city where niggas try to corner the market,
And wolves run up and spark shit,
I throw up W's that don't stand for that Wu-Tang shit,
How you niggas blood or crip and don't gang bang shit,
My hood starving, Nothing handed down from the forefathers,
Central Park style doing how we call joggers,
Ever since Fifty and GZA got beef,
The RZA try to f*ck up my record label release,
Thinking it's all peace like we can't eat,
Nigga it's on, Beef like he can't sleep,
Nightmares of the Two 4 War,
I could hit a nigga from his lawn,
Guns that'll shoot through the wall,
No more hood passes, Access to the projects,
Last time you hit the kitchen whippin' with the Pyrex,
Acting like you could really harm me,
The whole World think we rapping like Killarmy,
Is you stupid bastards,
I swear to God they won't do me like the Ruthless Bastardz,
It's truth man half their album is an Illmatic,
And fans asking you why you still at it,
I'll peel your cap get you niggas sweet potatoes,
I do this shit for dolo I don't even need your favors,
Rather get a beat from Kanye or The Heat Makers,
Then do your shit better then you,
I know this diss record lame, You ain't better then you,
Before I play your shit I bump Chicken Noodle Soup,
What you gone go get, Get swords to chop me,
M-16's turn beef raw to chop meat,
Twenty thousand copies, What you still rapping for,
American Gangster, Better stick to acting dog,
This ain't Shaolin verse the Wu-Tang,
More like George Bush verse Saddam Hussein,
Hang nigga, Bang nigga.
[Hook x2: Fes Taylor]
They say Two 4 War ain't nothing to f*ck with,
Them wolf pack niggas, Them niggas'll bust quick,
Niggas want war, Them niggas is dusted.
[Outro: Fes Taylor]
I guess it's the drugs getting to them niggas,
Niggas been wack for a long time,
Nobody don't want to step up and say it,
F*ck it, I'm a start the coalition nigga,
If you want to get money come f*ck with us,
Yeah, What's good, Uh huh.
We on that get fresh Fresh Air Fund shit nigga,
I bought to start charging ya'll niggas for air,
What up niggas.
[Fes Taylor:]
I'm from a city where niggas try to corner the market,
And wolves run up and spark shit,
I throw up W's that don't stand for that Wu-Tang shit,
How you niggas blood or crip and don't gang bang shit,
My hood starving, Nothing handed down from the forefathers,
Central Park style doing how we call joggers,
Ever since Fifty and GZA got beef,
The RZA try to f*ck up my record label release,
Thinking it's all peace like we can't eat,
Nigga it's on, Beef like he can't sleep,
Nightmares of the Two 4 War,
I could hit a nigga from his lawn,
Guns that'll shoot through the wall,
No more hood passes, Access to the projects,
Last time you hit the kitchen whippin' with the Pyrex,
Acting like you could really harm me,
The whole World think we rapping like Killarmy,
Is you stupid bastards,
I swear to God they won't do me like the Ruthless Bastardz,
It's truth man half their album is an Illmatic,
And fans asking you why you still at it,
I'll peel your cap get you niggas sweet potatoes,
I do this shit for dolo I don't even need your favors,
Rather get a beat from Kanye or The Heat Makers,
Then do your shit better then you,
I know this diss record lame, You ain't better then you,
Before I play your shit I bump Chicken Noodle Soup,
What you gone go get, Get swords to chop me,
M-16's turn beef raw to chop meat,
Twenty thousand copies, What you still rapping for,
American Gangster, Better stick to acting dog,
This ain't Shaolin verse the Wu-Tang,
More like George Bush verse Saddam Hussein,
Hang nigga, Bang nigga.
[Hook x2: Fes Taylor]
They say Two 4 War ain't nothing to f*ck with,
Them wolf pack niggas, Them niggas'll bust quick,
Niggas want war, Them niggas is dusted.
[Outro: Fes Taylor]
I guess it's the drugs getting to them niggas,
Niggas been wack for a long time,
Nobody don't want to step up and say it,
F*ck it, I'm a start the coalition nigga,
If you want to get money come f*ck with us,
Yeah, What's good, Uh huh.
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