Lyrics Intro - Hussein Fatal
(After
about
a
minute
of
mixing)
(Bomb
explosions,
gun
shots)
(You
know
what
you
be?)
(Fatal)
You
be
like
the
type
that
come
at
me
And
shoot
one
at
me,
Tryna
set
it,
Then
get
another
nigga
to
dead
it
Outlaws
we
'trol
heat
Ya
cold
feet
remain
frozen
As
Hussein
show
thieves
That
got
our
own
name
stolen
I'm
Hussein,
Flyin'
down
95
in
two
lanes
Wearin'
fitted
and
blue
chain
The
one
out
of
these
two
thangs
Hustle
or
be
hustled,
Tussle
and
these
tough
They
sheaths
hunt
you
down
When
you
around
and
ya
knees
buckle
Popped
up,
whopped
up,
glock
cocked
up
An'
got
ya
cop
shot
up,
Came
to
shook
shop
up
I
took
money,
gave
'em
horror
Recruit
crooks
for
me
Keep
my
finger
on
strap,
'Til
the
gat
looked
ugly
I
mash
fast
illy
G-packers
get
bagged
silly
We
pack
mac
millis
You
know
the
science
for
that
These
niggas
tryna
rap
When
I
spit
it
like
I'm
committed
Wid
triple
and
double
digits
Bag
whatever
bubble
wid
it
All
y'all
gon'
do
is
be
talkin'
while
I
walk
Wid
the
war
you
ball
way
Either
way
you
playin'
ya
partner
Watch
me
bop
down
ya
block
Wid
my
suit
and
chocolates
On
some
Deathrow
Pac
shit
Outlaw
Khadaf
shit,
I
got
this,
I
let
you
know
you
playin'
yourself
Ain't
seein'
a
damn
bit
ah
coke
You
might
be
bangin'
yaself
Talk
that
crew
shit,
I'm
knowin'
already
who
ain't
gon'
do
shit,
Pack
one
nasty
new
wid,
a
lil'
bit
of
blue
shit
Confucious,
run
deep
from
Jerz,
Right
off
clue
shit
Makaveli
shit
still
bangin'
Y'all
shoulda
knew
this
Y'all
niggas
gon'
ride
or
die
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