Fes Taylor - The Streets lyrics

[Fes Taylor] My S.I. swagger, I'm k**'n em the best style faster The shook and touched by a rapper They thinking it's just music, Like my Nike Airs I just do it This here life neck and my wrist blue, It's how fish do it Chef it to the block, My b**hes love hard co*k I stuff a quarter of soft right in their twat My block, I'm like a soldier with fatigues on strapped With stripes, Like a General leaving for Iraq My drive, Be successful leaving and then fly back Hit the road, Yeah we eating, So pieces dived that Taylor, I was leaning on corners with my back Up against the wall, Had no choice but fire back Now, Benz truck with the tires on the back They was in the Doge Shadow when my tires had a flat Ohh, Why you hate Fes, Cause I stay fresh Young black n***a from the hood and you make less [Hook 4X: Fes Taylor Sample] Been in the streets, Been-Been-Been in the streets Been-Been-Been in the streets, Shaolin stomp with Timberland feet [Inspectah Deck] Is it the way that my jeans hang over my kicks When you see me I'll be on the G strolle with my b**h Skipping towns like I'm owing a grip, Set show em respect I'm repping alone, I'm home on the strip Zone with the kids, You feel me cause you know what it is All you eying from the sideline probing my biz Hell right now I'm open for biz And my life style's blowing your wig How they like wild'n with the kid Like a n***a fresh home from a bid Focus on tips, City boy post on the pigs Focus on his, Supposed to stay close to the ridge You know anything f**ing with a soldier this big Watch me now son, I'm over the bridge Type a n***a have his outfit matching with the boat and the crib Why you talking, Why you open your gibbs No points for me to open your wig, Nobody know who you is n***a [Hook]