[Fes Taylor]
Yeah, Staten Island we back
Born up town, Running with the bottle kids
The Moms bounced out to Staten Island, Slid
Kept to shopping at Lids, Buy a few fitteds
Hated by a few critics, But I'm the new sh**-ick
By n***as wicked like Ice Cube with it
Like everyday Halloween, You treat'n I ain't trick'n for
Aves to pick in, The Park Hill stick'n
Anything with j**els drip'n, No you fools didn't
Come to my hood, Look'n like food in it
And I don't only walk the walk, I prove in it
You finish like, Empty bottles of brews, Guinness
Knock your teeth out like a true dentist
Coupe tinted, No roof in it
Twenty inch rims spin'n, Look at the waves
Mothers brush yall hook up the waves
Music blast at the light, b**hes look
I just look up your wave like
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Bluck-Bluck-Bluck, We shoot'n up the party
Trouble making n***as got beef with everybody
See we pull up cars and doing pull up spars
We like Jamaican stars, We yelling pull up, Pull up
[Fes Taylor]
They say, One man can't change a whole continent
So I put an army together so I can concur it
Know they k**ed Cochran, Cause OJ they couldn't lock him in
So stitch and sew like I'm doctor'n
Buck fifty slashes, Clubs give us access
Kinda like we got V.I.P. pa**es
Yeah we shining with the Sun when our axis
Like we moving the camera, Snap shot flashes
Back block stashes, Cops still hara**ing
Knowing we ain t have sh**, You was hustle'n aspirin
And now they ready rock that sheet rock
Sell a beat on the block, Lift you out your Reebok's
Welcome home T-Bot, My n***a E Locked
Had around the same time S.E. got
Like Flex dead, Damn, Still f** with my head
Sometimes wish it was me instead
I should've went with you
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[Outro: Fes Taylor]
Party over n***a, Soon as we come up in this b**h
We shutting the sh** the f** down n***a
n***as can't get no money out here, Unless we in on it man