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Fes Taylor
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Graveyard Shift Pt. 2
f/ Inspectah Deck
[Intro:Fes Taylor] Yeah, Real Deal Gil, it's part 2 Deck, what's good, baby? L.I.S., Tuff', thought it was serious last week It's Fes Taylor, uh-huh, uh-huh, Fes Taylor
[Fes Taylor] Staten Island, these other dudes, fronting like they coming through Catch 'em at the rendevous, put holes in your Armani suit For a couple mil', couple things that I'll probably do Snuff you out, shot at you, puncture in your body too Smooth like how Gotti move, but I wolves that'll aim at you Brain splat you, show you what the shotty do Profes, never been associated with coat checks You cootie, you tutti frutti, raps is booty Listen, these cash looney, got pistols to prove it to me You run around, saying you wanna kill me, then shoot it through me I'll be posted up, shoot in the air, like I'm suppose to duck Get at me, you lames can't get close enough First family, my warriors, be security Yeah, a lot of rappers dope, ain't nobody pure as me I don't think you hearing me, most of these rappers fronting Like they gangsta, see me at a show, they be fearing me Wolf Pack, Shaolin, look how we took it back Finally got a foot in rap, Dwight Gooden up to bat Hit you til you guaranteed, son, yo this'll move you Out of state got coke in the big Isuzu Look how these chickens use you, when you getting buku Dollars from blocks, my mind draw on men, I'm cookoo I was with a crew too, '92 since Militant mistress, you still in the business
[Inspectah Deck] It's like World War 4 in the field, daily ordeal Wolf Pack digging claws in your meal Ducking blue coats, tossin' the steel, it's all real In my lifetime of crime, I never talked or squeal And I move with the coldest around, I be holding my ground And I'mma hold it til I'm thrown in the ground So I'm blowing rounds and I'm known to carry six New Jacks in the City get Burned like Larry Fish Daddy rich chick magnet, I hand you a fix Spit bricks on the mix and make the avenue flip Carry grips on the regular, berettas and fifths Jumping out navy whips, watch ya neck and ya wrists No question I be reppin' my click, the specialist From the youngings to the O.G.'s checking for this Stay hard on the graveyard shift, cigar split Spark quick, when the shit jump off you're heartless This is S.I.N.Y., Killa Killa Hill 10304, home to gorillas in the field
[Outro: Fes Taylor] Yeah, S.T., M&M, Drama King, Kayslay Two 4 War, Undadogz, Loose Linx, House Gang Staten Island, yeah, my son Rock, my son Sic, yea What up, Fuzzy Vasquells
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