[Tame One]
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Wait'll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down and made it straight
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from Uptown with six sacks and this track that's in the background
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Stop stressin from the chest up, we messed up
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off that best stuff that fits up in yo' Dutch
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Situation like this, you get blown to bits
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Fuckin with this Brick lyricist, more complex than the Pyramids
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Here it is, Strictly Biz like small print
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In between them bong hits, we drop the strong shit
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Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with fucked up Timb's
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Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the Benjamins
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in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man
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Don't give a fuck like Rodman ("What are you doing?")
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With no rings like Patrick Ewing ("What?")
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still I play hard regardless
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Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at the heartless
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Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the darkest
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Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis
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Chorus: Fatal Hussein
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Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
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Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day
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Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
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Give this letter to the President, before this shit is over
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(repeat 2X)
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[Fatal Hussein]
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When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls like Tame name
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Blastin these motherfuckers cause they just can't maintain
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Y'all plain Jane's gel in the ?Well's? county of Sing-Sing
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Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for hostage
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Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
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My shit is milk, wearin silk shirts with chocolates
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Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, physically fit
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on some evil eye ready to die shit
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This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up
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I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up
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Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of city
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Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole product
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It's a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
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You don't get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
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If you old you get shot at, and can't walk the streets
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without gettin your lil' money hungry soft ass spot
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Chorus
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[Fatal Hussein]
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We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on mission
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Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid listen
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Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave
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Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
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Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was fronted
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Now run it, I got this fuckin drug spot where I want it
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So don't be dissin new, when you ain't got shit to do
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Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out municipal
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[Tame One]
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Niggaz get played off to the left like they was southpaws
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Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
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for what you clock for -- got more than you expected
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When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic
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Fuckin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz and bugged niggaz
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Luce? steel is tight, I'm straight up like midnight
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We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the lanes
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We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these riches
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Chorus
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Getto Star
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| Fatal |
