FES TAYLOR - Double Up lyrics
rate me[Intro: Black Jesus]What's good, ya'll, it's your boy Black JesusFor the mixtape, and my nigga Fes TaylorWe gon' lay it down right quick, manHarlem 6 forever, Chambermusik, what's good baby?What's going on Clef? AGR, Wil Power what's good baby?Sourface, let's go, my nigga[Black Jesus]You don't really really want it, fuck beef, like fish, I gut itGive you airtime, you ain't reach that publicYou not a boss, you a puppet, controlled by the bootleg hateNiggas is gay, to let God judge itI'm disgusted with like most of ya'll, so I had to break ya ballsCuz Taylor felt the same way, brung the extra SKWill light that ass up, if you looking for problemsLeave 'em gutted and trash dumped, in the middle of HarlemI'm squeezing for a reason, on your plot and treasonBefore I let the game die, you niggas won't be breathingLooks is deceiving, you'se a punk on the lowI'm taking your cash fast and killing you real slowNigga you ain't know, but you knowing it now thoughNigga I don't spit flames, homey I spar flowsI'm lava, my product gets hotter and hotterLike Jesus and the Harlem 6, we cornering the market[Chorus: Black Jesus]These are pushing flows, bout to be on a rollBrother, you ain't knowGot to get that dough, shit is outta controlLetting beef unfoldBetter get that game, like a real sick thangNigga, we don't careNigga, it's our time, trynna stop my grindAnd I'll pop my nine[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, bred Manhattanville nigga, move to the Killah HillBeastie Boys tell the homey to chillie chillThey wanna kill me still, I feel a milly, stillGet me protected like a vest or a riot shieldSo when I fire steel, bitches admire my wheelEven the haters say my attire is illTaylor I'm too cool, plus all this ice in my jewelsProbably drop the temp in the room, I icicle foolsStaten to Harlem got Dispet swagShoot a nigga wearing Wu-Tang masks, you don't gotta askWe run New York, gangstas only listen when the gun talkEither you loc'd out or play the bloodsportHarlem 6, nigga, Two 4 WarYou niggas always be behind me, like a U-Haul doorSo, follow my lead, ya'll couldn't follow my speedLike your baby moms swallow my seeds, nigga[Chorus]
