Fes Taylor - Don't Say It Lyrics

[Fes Taylor:]
Don't say a muthaf*cking word, I'm just getting paper, playing with words
And how I get paid off of verbs
I play the curb with birds, pitching curves
No his or her birds, to me, he should of blurred
Beef with Fes? You got a lotta nerves
Before Master P, I was bout it bout it first
I kneel down to the church, if God could forgive
Then I could find a better way to live
Then I still split a nigga head, right to the white meat
And wolves love beef, look at it like we might eat
And that was from the H.F. L.P.
Feeling like a brick mover, resorting to sell weed
Bread just came with the flight, we already picking fights
With the nigga try to popping with night
Might grab the car door or just stop at the light
If it's personal, we can get it poppin' on sight, nigga

[Chorus x2: Fes Taylor]
Get money if you bout yours
Go ahead, eat this while you got a mouth full
Why my name always in your mouth for?
Haters all praying on my downfall, but I won't fall

[Mr. Prezident:]
All my life paid, still ripping spades
One clip away, same shit, different day
Cold wrist display, better get yours
Me I'm on the block with the rock like Chris Paul
I'm a big boy, so I see twice the hate
New coupes, f*ck you on my license plate
In and out of state, bread a nigga, got a case
Me, I don't play, I will really rock ya face
When a shell blow, bet a nigga tell though
Got to stay on point like ya elbow
I'm like hello, let it slide, hell no
Close range shots, turn his face into Jell-O
Damn, what happen to the g-code?
You know the g-code, how all his g's fold
Round here, we don't play that shit
F*ck aroud, we spray that bitch

[Chorus x2]