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My name is Fello....... that's about it.
I am Fello, so holla if ya'll need me.. respect.. pc
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Artist: Fello
Song: Throw Back
Chorus
We throw back, know that, respect we have and we show that/
Never go back, it's so sad, that it had to end with a blow back/
But at least I got my show back/
Verse 1
Yo yo, I got this kid that I gots to fuckin throw back/
Remember this, you will never get yo fucking dro back/
I took over ya hoe and u'll never get yo show back/
My behind allways protected so start watchin yo back/
Put a lock to my check, and put my glock to yo neck/
I got the whole nation and my block on check/
And when I rock the mic I expect alots of respect/
Chorus
Verse 2
I'll take all ya stress of ya chess, kid u need to get blessed/
And stop smoking ciggarests, I know you still rocking cassetts/
Pussy infront of me allways wets, when fellon sets/
A bomb under ya table so fellon bets, money n never regrets/
So let's treat the rest of the Mc's like a couple of pets/
Shit gets deep as it gets, another MC sweats/
Couse he knows what he said and fellon never forgets/
And he knows that, try blowing him and he will blows back/
Fuck ya shit maine, yo b give him his cloths back/
And ye he got style couse in his songs he shows that/
Chorus
Verse 3
But I ain't givin a fuck so amah just continue with killing em/
Ain't goanna murder one MC amah murder a million/
I be at the same time at two places with two faces and never be seen/
Am mean like a terminator machine, am like a demon that kills you in your damn dream/
Open ya windows, take ya blanckets and ya pillows/
And even yo bed, you ain't finna need that shit, couse you allready dead/
So where yo body at.? choped up in piaces somewhere in the projects/
Probably black people started using your body parts as objects/
And keep changing subjects, couse I keep smoking dubb sacks/
And suck my nutt sacks..!!
Chorus
Verse 4
But fuck the people, they don't stay eque so I change to evil/
They start drinking, poping pills, sniffin coce and smoking weed/
Get so fucked up, start spitting blood and make yo nose start to bleed/
They try to quiet, but next day they be back at the crack spot/
I hit jackpots, while ya on them blocks trina jack rocks/
And get money for saling someone else's blood/
Next day you find me drinkin 40's n smoking buud/
For the entertainmen, fuck a day outside when it's rainin/
Go ahead and leave, but ain't nobody finna fallow you/
I'll have my pitbulls waiting for you outside to swallow you/
And I ain't talking about one MC am talking about all of you/
Chorus
Verse5
Just couse you suckers didn't pick me, I see ya acting strictly/
I know you and yo band is down with me, up in the studio somewhere in the city/
Murdering a MC and the rest of the best siolently/
I can't do nothing else besides murdering couse I was born vilently/
Point on blank and I rock yo ass, watch the spot couse i might pop yo ass/
Don't move or I'll drop yo ass, take the mic and kill it nobody will stop yo ass/
Will you ever top my class, I leave the anwer to ya'll couse yo bones get dropped like glass/
Chorus
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