Fes Taylor - Parkhillz Finest lyrics

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Fes Taylor - Parkhillz Finest lyrics

[Fes Taylor] Yo, Fes Taylor the gangsta, ride on you wa*kstas Now I pull it and shake ya, or bullets and bang ya Park Hill, 240 building we make a k**in' 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 f**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 sh** on the kid, when bakin' cakes I brake you an eighth, get on your feet, but I ain't wit' n***as 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 [Leathafase] 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 b**h, get the correct name spelled Your son, your a lame, and I'mma 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 d**h From a handheld object that'll lay you to rest [Interlude: Carlton Fisk] You know how we do, lay you to rest n***a Comin' for ya'll n***as, explosion [Carlton Fisk] Nothin' to say now, industry beef We gon' spray rounds to lay down, crime boss pay now Don't get it f**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 n***as [La Banga] I run with, R felons, and reputed a**a**ins 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 b**hes Half made it, half seen it, and half statistics I know, n***as 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 k** yourself, f** your henchmen [Inspectah Deck] 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 f** 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 f** 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?