Lyrics M. O. B - Hussein Fatal
Verse
one
I'm
livin'
in
hell,
where
all
these
niggaz
Got
stories
to
tell,
I
be
blasin't
on
these
bitch
niggaz
Servin'
well,
and
the
company
I
keep,
be
the
scum
of
the
earth
Body
tated,
hair
matted,
sellin'
Key's
if
you
fuck
wit
these
Law
breakin'
niggaz
scream,
fuck
the
police
We
gonna
ball
fo,
the
lil
nigga
shit
What
the
fuck
you
figure?
Timbaland
boots,
forty-fives
wit
nicket
plates
Findin'
niggaz
dead,
bring'em
home
and
I
can't
wait
If
niggaz
is
real,
then
they
ain't
scared
to
split
'em
All
that
job-ownin'
shit,
fuck
you,
I
ain't
wit'em
Cuz,
when
I
say
jump,
niggaz
say
How
high?
or
I
stabb
you
in
ya
fuckin'
eye
Now
let's
get
busy
nigga
Chorus
Yall
niggaz,
wanna
ride
tonight?
How
many
niggaz,
in
the
house
feel
live
tonight?
We
get
Money
Over
Bitches,
cuz
we
ain't
scared
to
die
Live
and
die
by
the
code,
theres
on
reason
why
(2x)
Verse
two
(Fatal)
Keep
it
comin',
these
niggaz
get
done
in
On
any
run
in,
I
smrik
and
jerk,
on
any
trigga
Puttin'
in
work,
then
past
it
off,
to
my
little
man
Like
he
blast
it
off,
beyond
that,?
Criminile,
genarile,
wit
ruff
forty
five
cap
Endin'
ya
whole
stat,
I'm
the
master
of
this
fuckin'(fuck
yall)shit
So
I'm
a
be
buckin'
shit,
ya
don't
know
who
you
fuckin'
wit
Yall
spaced
out
duckin'
quick,
the
number
one
parolly
Slap
shots
like
a
goalie,
the
forty
glock
like
steel
totin'
Up
shorty
rocks,
gettin'
money
wit
the
forty
cop
Chorus
(2x)
Verse
three
Some
niggaz,
kinda
of
coke
Scared
to
bust,
and
I
be
lookin'
through
ya
ass
like
you
Plexey
glass,
so
I
send
my
pretty
bitch
Swingin'
tits
and
ass,
preal
hander
on
her
burner
so
she
Blastin'
fast,
alot
of
niggaz
know
my
rep,
But
it
don't
mean
shit,
til
you
witness
to
yourself
How
live
it
get,
and
I
never
let
no
rhymin'
ass
bitch
Share
a
mic
wit
me,
until
I
see
her
versatility
You
get
the
fuckin'
picture,
I
swear
by
everythin'
spit
in
my
rhymes
It's
only
hollow
points
I
spit
out
my
nine
Drillin'
niggaz
on
the
block,
when
I'm
passin'
through
I
bust
six,
in
the
air
nigga,
just
for
you
And
if
I
ever
get
caught
sleepin',
which
I
ever
doubt
would
happen
I'd
be
the
last
nigga
rappin',
I'll
keep
my
fuckin'
guns
clappin'
Whatever
though,
fake
ass
niggas
will
never
know
Smellin'
they
own
shit,
when
I
rip
the
Berrta
slow
The
nine
milly,
the
fake
thuggs
niggaz
thats
gettin'
silly
Blowin'em
and
showin'em,
cuz
my
dogs
don't
know'em
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
how
small
big
and
tall
Come
get
me,
and
I
talk
on
how
square
yall
are
Attack
adicts,
spray
mattics,
wit
liquid
And
the
toughest
on
ya
squad,
can't
ride
wit
bizniss
I
don't
know
what
these
niggaz,
be
thinkin'
when
they
see
me
Niggaz
call
me
whodni,
blast
and
poof
like
a
genie
I
stack
whack
rappers,
and
stick'em
like
cornerbacks
Yall
niggaz
is
jumpin'
jackz,
and
bluffin'
on
wax
Thinkin'
you
can
clown
me,
me
and
my
little
town
we
We
lost
niggaz,
fo
life,
out
here
they
can't
drown
me
I'll
be
buried
alive,
the
mic
will
dig
me
back
up
To
tall
for
lust,
I
bend
these
bitches
when
I
fuck
Chorus
(2x)
Muthafuckin'
M.O.B
you
ain't
seen
shit
yet,
what
Album
In the Line of Fire
1 M. O. B
2 Everyday
3 Friday
4 I Know the Rules
5 Outlaws
6 Time's Wastin'
7 What's Your Life Worth?
8 Getto Star
9 Take Your Time
10 The World Is Changing
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