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fes taylor - warriors pt. 2 lyrics

[fes taylor:]
two 4, two 4-ty warriorz up in this b-tch
screaming the warrior, the kid snitch, plus never get sh-t
my brother rock, waiting to pop off
wolves that’ll eat you with hot sauce, he sit with the cops off
point out pictures and got boss
sent up the river, now he fronting like secaucus popped on
pop corn rappers and pop sauce
sound like i could do a better job, son, putting my pops on
i bang out with n-gg-s that was known in the street
so i don’t fear a rapper on the microphone, when he speak
and hope a n-gg- home when i creep, n-gg- talk sh-t
shoot him in the mouth, have him holding his beak
two 4 war, is holding the streets, shake up the industry, son
we rock the p-ss like when soda released
while diamonds in the rough play tough, the champ is here
dare you to say something back, i trample your career
yo, i’m tired of n-gg-s biting my sh-t, just let me write it for you
n-gg- i’m so hot, my darts like lighter fluid
you might of blew it though, facing the kid
we can do it on kayslay, you afraid i’m a win
i put, five grand, me and any rapper that’s out
guaranteed, i shut ’em down, what the yapping about
i have twenty park hill n-gg-s, crashing his house
face scr-ping the concrete, draggin ’em out
listen, i ride low in a hooptie, til gil came through in a porsche
and scooped me, so i’m doing me
plus i’m still nice with the two-piece, but it’s like
shots go off, when i write on the loose leaf
and i take it like you murdered my friends, uh-huh
so at shows we throwing chairs like, bang ’em smurf and ’em
coward, you running with punks, you ain’t bout it
my n-gg-s live, everyone of them dump, b-tch
yeah, two 4-ty warriorz, alright, ok
why i’m so angry? these f-ggot n-gg-s try to bang me
on harrison ave., i’m blasting a mag
yo, the judge offered 25, i still didn’t break
all these n-gg-s acting like they real, really they fake
you n-gg-s is hoes, you fronting on the video shows
six shut you up, have your body sinking below
so, f-ck a b-tch, i’m just try’nna f-ck a b-tch
got a couple chicks suck a d-ck til the nutter split then your throat slit
taylor wrote this, same way i’m on them posters
gun and hostlers, send slugs with no postage
smomke a roach clip when i’m stressed, approach a click
with the vest, and the smith and wess’, lifting your dress
you b-tch -ss n-gg-s, i’m like, billy the kid in the west
we the cash n-gg-s, confess the milli kids is the best
we the mud kids, look what a slug did, we crooked, we done biz
i triple, we run this, you pump b-tch
i pump with n-gg-s who pump in it
with the shotgun, dumping your whip, i’m crushing the strip
peace to my young wolves, somebody die, if a gun pull
under the full moon, aim at your stove
in a hooptie down low, and i painted it though
lights go out, after i flame at your bro
and i’m still in the projects, beefing with police
it’s no peace, cops beat case like cocheese
yeah the original m-th-f-ckin’ warriorz
before m.o.p., before g-unit, we was the four building
getting this paper m-th-f-cka…

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