FES TAYLOR - Carry On lyrics

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[Fes Taylor]A couple of shots'll make a nigga fumble the rockI'm like Jay, I can juggle the Roc, watchSo they say I'm Def Jam on the blockEven if the tech jams, still able to popShow me a label to sign, my cable'll watchEarrings what you pay for a yacht, imagine thatI don't shop in the places you cop, nopeThe difference if it's basic or notI'm a fly nigga, S.I., Killah Hill til I dieNigga get a bird, know this head when I ride with herI'm a side better, got gwop, I rememberTrynna get along and nobody would lend aHelping hand, heed, I can melt the sandLike Kanye West, diamonds in my handEvery winter clothing, if you noticePlus cold this, like a nigga still posing[Chorus: Fes Taylor]I used to carry on likeRunning the streets, acting a foolStick 'em up, yeah, I'm snatching ya jewelsI used to carry on likeClapping the heat, smack at ya teethYou out of place if you happen to speakI used to carry on likeI used to carry on like[Fes Taylor]Say I changed, crowds scream my nameIt's Russian Roulette, you play gamesSay I, tussle to death, for cash it's nothing to sweatWant cop no customer checksIt's sex, drugs and guns, I lust for onesPlay the ave for it's something to run, I'm dumping you oneFrom Park Hill, never ran, never willMurderer now that Ja Rule gone, but never killI'm better than ill, a veteran stillMy darts might sever ya grill, Gil told me to chillI fill blunts like packaging villeWild drunk won't crash at the wheel, like Navy SEALSBeef, more gravy to the millsAnd these ladies act shady over deals, middle fingers upFuck you too, Wolf Pack what up wit ya crew?He's a pussy, that's just something to do[Chorus: Fes Taylor]I used to carry on likeFuck wit a chick, they lust for a stiffThey all open off of hundreds I getI used to carry on likeBlowing some cash, rolling some hashMake sure a ass hope I go in the stashI used to carry on likeI used to carry on like[Lon Dini]Fuck wit me, I have ya family lined upShot and hung from a treeNiggas knew I'd be a threat if the right man discover meKilling this shit, I got the whole Shao' loving meFrom my style there is no equal, good shit take timeLike Method Man dropping The PrequelLon Dini back with lethal to feed you, word isI fell off, you can hate, punk fag, I don't need youSpeak Dini through Nicky, anytime or DeboNicky, Trife pose, set up my nigga CastroVintage on my first verse, as ill as my lastBut on the streets push butter, gutter speak to his kids behind barsCrime blood for all my niggas living hardTell 'em I'm the truth, but they didn't believeI do crime, get to the Earth, and with shackling beatI rob the streets hard like Earlacker, hustle like my life don't matterNothing there, to make ya brain splatter, bang, bang, bang, bang[Chorus: Fes Taylor]I used to carry on likeI get it for cheap, flipping it weakSome see the heat, still drip on the beastI used to carry on likeThey rip when I speak, muscle ya cheeksI was looking for some trouble to beefI used to carry on likeI used to carry on like

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