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[whispers of
[Fatal]- muthafuccaz don't wanna die
stop all that bull frontin' and all that talk
a nigga will pick the time, to go what

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Kadafi like the lyrical hezzy
give me feet if your crucified, you was Jesus
on the spreadin', like diseases
the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi
Automatic, jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts
you stuck, wit no bucket to piss in
all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch
name glock you me, to be kissin' (I said it)
it's like a moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
get up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
protect your body a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
layin' it down, the dog Hussein, Kadafi
cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these head gear
like I'm county bound, from to tear to tear
and popluting, ya atmosphere
wit crates and waste, waitin' the fuckin' state
tryin' come up in world, 'cause it's money to make
to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
so six feet, will make the raps better

[Fatal]
Whats ya life worth? more then a
when you got heat, and til of the streets
how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and
wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the

Some times, I feel that I'm a man walkin'
wake up and cold sweats, and see in a coffin
my is hunted, I'm confused and fond
if my blood stop pourin', I like I was born (2x)

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What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody
the first muthafucker move, bird gotta wet'em
ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin' and bounce
'cause, I'm on type of shit, nobody be knowin'
alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm
I got thugs, and hotties knowin'
ass, wit Daz, and money bags,
and the ass of the shooty showin', the ?
I bring the heat to ya street, Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty to zero
me, streets is black hockey
their's in the game, that's never let a cop top me

Verse
Back to back, niggas like this
when I get pissed, the hollow point rip
Thug Life, the to swollow a bible
I'm a swollow clips, follow this of the mack
so I don't miss, much hesitation, not retaliation
blame ya legislation, for me on probation
facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
ready for war, but I remain pateint
my sustained, station, name
for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' shakin'
makin' a switch, from tricks to
clips to bricks, wit slow
turn in to dough hits, at slowly, folded
toted an broke click, you need a
I'm a type, that you can smoke
rock a crew, to ?
like Makaveli, crack like Hussein
jackin' planes, to ?
through the crack of the ice, I surface like a
new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and
shot and I, wit you got is men I
she top droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I
fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
through ya crewshea, desire

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