FES TAYLOR - Lunch Meat lyrics

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Niggas is lunch meat, I let the wolves get em

My doves holla full moon now sick em

We take the collar off the bull dog sick em

Wanna problem with beef then bull yard sick em

Nigga you want it I got it, Shine playa shine

How bright like the light that flash from the forty-five

I'm a ride til the cops are screaming at homicide

Killa Hill Staten Island is where I fucking reside

Where the wild wolves sick you and the weak niggas die

And you see a full moon when even the sunshine

I'm alive and I'm breathing, I'm moving in on my prey

I don't care if you a rhino I'm knawing down on a leg

When you dead see we see you like lunch meat

Thank the Lord Biggie Smalls I know the meaning of beef

Lesson One, It ain't beef if he ain't rolling with heat

Then you pop a nigga top let's hope he thinking it's sweet

Like a pepper when it's hot, Then I catch ya

And leave you on a stretcher while homeboy leaking a lot of ketchup

Nigga who wanna grind, Nigga who getting shine

Top Guns, Lot-a-Nerv, I told ya this year is mine

Raised by the wolves, Young Mowgli

It's two-four like the number of Kobe, The one and only

Tony Reed-Van on my birth certificate

The first to finish in a ten mile race

Like life a marathon, I just carry on

Like I need Jesus in my life, Maybe Farrakhan

Become the new Don

I'm good gwap you niggas is coupons

White golds no silver I don't do no bronze

Cool like the Fonz, Two thumbs up

If it's beef we like D-Block, Two guns up

What, Keep your mouth shut, I got a South slut

That'll set your ass up while up on the couch nut

The fuck niggas wanna do, I already warned you

Run up on your bitch ass, Take your corner too

I curse a lot, Niggas hear my verse and pop

So when they try to play my shit yo they music stop

You hit the turn table one more time

Like Bilal in House Party, Nigga come outside

I ride, Glide on twenty-six inch wheels

Bad bitch with some six inch heels

That's how I feel, Fuck it, I do it like it's nothing

Cause I was born to be a super star emcee, Momma look at me

Listen, Scrooge McWolf, I do the back stroke

Swimming in my money, A handful will get your ass smoked