FES TAYLOR - Eyes Wide Shut lyrics
rate me[Hue Hefna]These niggas must be dreaming, thinking they gon' stop my shineI pop my nine, sweetie, it's a lullabyeBum nigga, he done stole my pack, whyFuck a fiend, your little schemes only mean you be smoking crackIt's really nothing cuz I'm holding stacksEverything I accomplish, and you fiending for a taste of thatI put on like Jeezy, I done made breadOff the carter, nigga, more than three times like WeezyI been a star since 9, on TVI done moved up on the eastside like WeasieJefferson the block I'm from, and I moved to the HillI got a steel and I pop my gunNigga, one pop, two pop, three shot you deadYour family tellin', they gon' have me in the feds[Chorus 4X: Air Supply "Sweet Dreams" sample w/ ad-libs]Close your eyesI want to ride the skiesIn my sweet dreams[D.C.]I said D.C., I keep it official, ya'll niggas is cakeSoft on the outside, sweet in the middleMy niggas outside deep wit they pistols at any mention of beefWe in the streets, til you sleep where the fish doAnd you don't wanna beef wit ya man DonnieCuz Donnie's not a man, see I'm a beast in a man's bodyThat piece in my hand'll probably leave only a piece of your man's bodyLaying in the streets of the damn lobby, you can't stopThe hands rocky, the wrist dude is iglooThe necklace like it was just dipped in crystalThe kid smooth but I get Ravishing Rick RudeAnd faggots get to acting, get 'em clapped wit a big toolKids kidnapped from the kids school, probably think I'm kiddingFind the kids, giftwrapped by the big poolI'm big news like Christopher Wallace, you know that big dudeAnd French cool, addicted to dollars, that's how the kid move[Chorus 4X][Fes Taylor]I said you ain't even half a man, my block similar to PakistanClap your man, you be up in half a gramScram, you ain't getting no money, don't even talk to meI'm getting paper til the streets put chalk to meNew York with me, police bitches call 'em Miss PiggyFuck 'em and leave 'em, ma, it's just a quickieMade a dance to my song, call it the Rice KrispieSnap, crackle & pop, my hood Vice CityNah, Vietnam, so I hold firearms like the VietkongNiggas wanna be the donKing of the game, last CD, King of HeartsMy flow like a tsunami, nigga bring the arkFes Taylor, last seen in the bizI'm waiting for a bailout, you see me in the pensBang with the D's, shit I'd rather be a dead manFor he trap me again in the back of that red van[Chorus 4X]
