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

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

[Fatal]
Whats ya worth? more then a beef
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 dead man
wake up and sweats, and see myself in a coffin
my life is hunted, I'm and fond
if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was (2x)

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

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

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