Artist: Fes Taylor f/ L.I.S., Lon Dini, Toccara Album: Warning: We Are at War Song: Unexpected Hit Typed by: Tha Masta [Chorus 2X: L.I.S. w/ Toccara harmonzing] I'm makin' a, unexpected hit on a Sunday And just left the bar with strippers on a runway The feds knocked by man for dealin' too much gunplay You said who did what? I don't say it [L.I.S.] I got ounces on my brain from stressin' my life And every chance that I get, I'm caressin' the mic I'm at my best to fight, with a scuffed pair of Nikes If it ain't rough, it ain't right, I'm a Warrior for life Tell a story, I just might, put this truth to the mic Like Sabretooth when I write, call me the Bonecrusher And I leak a muster, all my Arab mothafuckas I don't throw combos, I throw clusters Lyrical abductor, spiritual erupter What the fuck did you put in that Dutch? It look like haze but you could smell it's a bluff Enough, live and survivin' here, await you I'll tell them bitches won the bar, Daddy'll take two [Chorus 2X] [Lon Dini] We flip big eighths, all my sons stay with a case I'm highly manage, stay on my feet, fly and cheddar chase Ask the fiends who got the fat bags of rawest base They say coke cook marvelous, they took it to the face All my nigs pop bubble like we never heard of money trouble Hustle and plug you, and we still respect the struggle Got styles that can't be cramped, life ain't stamped 'Til we all pushin' Bentleys down Rembrandt Where a man chants, somewhere off the coast of San Fran Might ask how in closed minds be so advanced Been so real, just like I held it in my hand Click stay live, Fes copped the black new 4-5 L.I. 'bout to come with Daddy L.S. Tell 'em bitches "Yo let's head for the door, ain't nothin' left" [L.I.S.] I make hits for fun, spit like clips from guns Then split like the jeans on my big booty hun I'm the one, son of Morpheus, of course it's L.I.S. Never fuck with that flossy shit, keep me a bossy bitch Never get my crosses crisp, flow with nauseusness Gil got the Porsche with the spoiler kit I done crossed the state border with a ball of shit Slang all of it and ball out with this ballin' bitch She liked to gargle on my balls and shit And she carry my 4-4 with bulldogs in the clip Cuz I'm always the shit and she keeps me in guns Got me kickin' down the door, don't nobody run [Chorus 2X]