Yo, Fes Taylor the gangsta, ride on you wankstas
Now I pull it and shake ya, or bullets and bang ya

Park Hill, 240 building we make a killin'
Rap gang make a million, it's like ransom from takin' children
Ya'll create the villain, and then wanna see 'em dead

When he seein' bread, you be soaked like you peed the bed
I'm the reason you bleed
I'm squeezin' fly lead, right through ya $#&@in' head

Always somethin' said
Spread love to my wolves, shed blood for my crew
Gangster it out, do what you wanna do

Want to talk city to city, and coach state to state
Betty Crocker ain't got %#@! on the kid, when bakin' cakes
I brake you an eighth, get on your feet, but I ain't with'

^!$$%s livin' off me, wake up and smell the coffee
I know you cowards wanna off me
I ham shower, on they walkie talkies

Pull the caliber on porky



Livin' star, a constellation that can't shine
I'm hungry, when facin' starvation, I plant nines
Divined in the cut, you get touched our imposts

To the spine of the gut, when you get bust by the toast
Now you roast from the things, that I cut you on post
Smoke a Dutch to the roach, with my criminal approach

My material soaks in your brain cells
Cats with scratch serials, will crack ya egg shell
It's Leathafase (*##$, get the correct name spelled

Your son, your a lame, and I'm a make your frame melt
Under the belt, lies a 3-89, loco I'm crazy
I got big guns larger then a premature baby

Now you see us all gravy, over white rice, home slice
Bring animosity, precise to your doorstep
No remorse, no regrets, I just inject death

From a handheld object that'll lay you to rest



You know how we do, lay you to rest ^!$$%
Comin' for ya'll ^!$$%s, explosion



Nothin' to say now, industry beef
We gon' spray rounds to lay down, crime boss pay now

Don't get it $#&@ed up, drape that'll extra grime
When I pop up, you next in line
Swift with a nine, and conflict, the four foot five

And we AWOL, can't control these Animalz, and mind that
Staten Island's back on the map
Why, the PLO, fugitives that, get used to the fact

Drama in the streets, you gon' see it, son get used to the clap
Block bust emotions, picture doggie preview that
Carlton Fisk, low on the Lex, gorilla Homicide Housing

Came to collect, no sound, just pain in your neck
This Homicide Housing, comin' for ya'll ^!$$%s



I run with, R felons, and reputed $$#assins
Reckless criminals, who live for the action

Like when it's on, beef becomes merciless
And this coincides with slashes, stabbings, and murders
Countless with bleep on the scene

Jet in crib, to change outfits
Hopin' they ain't seen at the time
To return to the scene of the crime

The shake cops and snitches
The name of the pitches, incorporate with a mind
Who eliminates problems in any bank in it's path of ritches

See your treasury, and life is through ya math and (*##$es
Half made it, half seen it, and half statistics
I know, ^!$$%s bein' tried for bodies

Cause when they got snatched for ratchets
Their guns had match for listens
Trays ya presented, is somethin' like words of a witness

That got permission, to go and criticize my flow
But one things for sho', which ya'll can't condemn this
Get with infinite glow, and ya'll can't just end it
You got beef, then kill yourself, $#&@ your henchmen



I roll with a dirty dozen, thirsty hustlin'
Crawl back, you heard me cousin, ya herbs be frontin'
Dangerous I came with, banger and fists
Majorin' this, you think not, wager your chips

We lay in the pits, with weed bags, razors and bigs
$#&@ this cow hide, this how I, been able the gift
Make them thugs get down on the floor, we found on the low
For them pesos, we pound on your dough
Wolves in the wilderness, from bricks on the juggle

Equip with the muscle, big fish in this hustle
Chicks that'll $#&@ you, then bust you
No love in the struggle, and don't talk to me, I don't trust you
Raw like ants that'll bite, how to get hype
Runnin' with the mountain bike, shoutin' my kite, what up?