FES TAYLOR Lyrics
"Snitches Must Die (Head Hunters)"

[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yea, I know I said I wouldn't do
a part 2 to this shit (y'all motherfuckers)But I realized
the only thing I could was spit a rap at y'all niggaz
(y'all motherfuckers)Cuz I know if I start spitting
slugs, y'all niggaz is telling
(y'all motherfuckers)[Fes Taylor]I can't believe my
fucking ears (my ears)I hear dead niggaz talking,
must be the buddha and beersI ain't scared like BonecrusherCuz
I'm a lone hustler, and you a broke hustlerTrying to
get a loan from customersTaylor 2 Fly,
I break up marriagesNow they call me Muzzles,
kick babies out of carriages
(watch me niggaz)You mention my son,
you nervous niggaz twitching with gunsYou a losing
nigga wishing they wonI speak out,
had to petition the slumsMy ambition becomes,
now I sew it like the stitches is doneWhere the fuck
the snitches is from? Long Island icea tea niggazYea,
my song is violent, fight these niggazIf I clap they'll
have indictments on my niggazSo,
only thing to do, write it like a scripturePicture
you put your man on, he turn tamponPush a stamp on
his forehead, niggaz all deadSofter than cornbread,
selling fake extasy pillsFuck around,
be the next to be chilled[Chorus: Fes Taylor]Niggaz
is telling, right, watch what you saying,
sonFucking let a shot off,
that'll make the neighbors runGus chased you through
the mall, how is you hard?
Put a A.P.B. out, got a coward at large[Fes Taylor]I
sick the wolves on him, if you him,
Suge want himCuz I know this niggaz shook like Suge
want himLast time you said Specs name,
it was in the courtNow you got the nerve to say his
name on tracks for supportHe'll smack you up,
remember you was on tour with usAnd the black bitches
said you couldn't fuckEven Specs beat you up,
he was running ya houseNow this rat-ass nigga crawling
out his mouseDoust ya clothes,
the smell of a foul smokeHow I broke my vocals like
a pound of dopeThe results too local,
I hold a calicoAll over the States,
I know all of you cowards,
yoAmittyville Horror, I'm so sorryTo the family of
the victim, but he like yard weedSo we smoke him after
we lick him that's when his soul leaveSnitches get
thrown in the ditches, that's how it's supposed to
be (Die!)Specs wrote to me,
I told you, I got you, babyJim Licks,
is you out ya fucking cockamamee mind?
I could pop him any time, got glocks and semi 9sEven
if they catch me, tell the judge I was aiming blindI
ain't see a thing, I don't know nothingYea,
I know ya lips running telling police,
yea they into something[Hook 2X: Fes Taylor]Snitches
must die, snitches must die,
snitches must die[Outro: Fes Taylor]How many motherfucking
times? DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!See I gotta be coming out
of my characterI'm usually on some cool out shit,
nah mean? (It's Park Hill,
baby)I realized, I'm just gon' have to embarass y'all
niggaz, nah mean?Make it so everywhere y'all walk it's
like "Snitches!"Put that stamp on ya fucking forehead,
nah mean?Let everybody know you was a fucking rat-ass
niggaI ain't gon' touch you,
man, nah I'm saying?Cuz my niggaz trying to get this
bread, nah mean?We don't need no more of my niggaz
to be locked upCuz of y'all bitch-ass niggaz,
nah mean?Y'all faggot-ass niggaz be rat-ass niggazJim
Licks, motherfucking, One ShotMotherfucking J the Bird,
Big PermAll y'all snitch-ass niggazIt's like I'm gonna
start shouting y'all out, The Snitch CrewThe Snitch Crew...