FES TAYLOR - The Recipe lyrics
rate me[Intro: Fes Taylor (Hue Hefna)]Yeah, yeah (J.R.) Yeah, yeah, uh-huhIt's Get Fresh right here, nahmean?Top Guns, E.S.G.[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, I hear people talkin' like I was in the graveLike my career was dead and I ain't get paid (picture that)See, I sold over twenty on "Moneta" back in 2KDid about ten on "Warning", that was okayI came back with "What I Got to Lose?" just to proveI could move, no promotions, with an indy label, dudeWe dropped M*A*S*H, LIS got baggedNight when we left for the tour, I was home packin' my bagsPaid Murphy five grand for the same shit of legal aidCould've got him on the stand, I don't understandSo I'm fed up, Staten Island vs. the industry, hit the streetJust to show 'em I could drop a CD every week (sold out)Now it's "Taylor Made", spins on my pageLike the ones there on my wavesSame jewelry on my pictures, wear it on stage (I just dropped that)To get through the door, I swear it, I'll sprayHeaven on Earth, make me a promise, take care of the game[Chorus 2X: Hue Hefna]Look, man, I'm comin' at this bullshit industryNiggaz wanna be me but can't get the recipeFuck DJ's, A & R's and allY'all should've "Gave Me the Light" like I was Sean Paul[Hue Hefna]I done sold weed, X, crack, coke, dope, no jokeHammer to the industry and blast my promotin'Blast at you old folks, I'm fast on you slow pokesThe General, run up in ya lab with the fo'-fo'Eenie meanie mienie moe, meet a label with the chromeNever try to jerk me, put a hollow in ya domeGuess I had to stay on the nice cornerHyped up, 2003, man, I thought I was IcewaterWhoever tryin' to hold the door on me, better slam itStreet credibility on Access GrantedWhat happened to my clip, dog? This bitch got me pissed offSigned the release papers, got me feelin' ripped offPlot got me tipped off, had to let the fifth offYou fucked up in the hood, I still got the nicks, dogTwenties of haze, I'm out to get paidI'm like J-Kwon, dog, my hammers lift and waveShit, these days is grown for a kid my ageSeen more shit than ya pops did in '88Where players play, Jesus, Amazing GraceHue Hef, Lot-a-Nerv and Fes Taylor the GreatAnd from 106 & Park heard a lot of smart remarksLike "Hefna fallin' off from all and all"Artist from the heart, a little gash 'til ya break, get merkedAnd Jim Jones, I swear, had to take him to church, literally[Chorus 2X][Lot-a-Nerv]Things ain't the same, stress, I could feel it in my veinsI needed to get away, that's just straight playin'I'm tired of bein' down in the bottom with the ratsWhere they'll get you for ya cheese, gotta watch for the sticky trapsIn fact, that's the reason why I rapThat better than pullin' a trigger, the result of a nigga bein' flatY'all ain't been toe-to-toe in due timeFuck yeah, I'm tired of waitin' on my shineI done start up my six, got retarded up by tenFive years late again, Def Jam is interestedAnd I'm hot cuz I'm livin' and givin' my all, spittin' itJust for record executives to tell me they're not diggin' itDog, can't believe my ears, my soul, my prideI'm sorry, them puttin' the hunt againI can't, I won't, say can't, say won'tI'ma Saddam these niggaz, noose, hang 'em from they throatYeah![Chorus 2X]
