[Fatal - talking]
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O.N.S. in this mother fucker
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We got The Plague in this mother fucker
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The Pentagon in this mother fucker
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[Verse 1 - Fatal]
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Around these blocks
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You know these hot glocks
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Cock till you drop
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All you wanna-be cops
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You don't wanna see shots
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I beef deep with the police
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Beat what the streets do to me
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Actin all new to me
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I'll creep on you like puberty
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You don't wanna see the bad image
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Of this primace
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From here to East Crems
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Through every state with a sentence
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Frozen weight in a couther
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Six plates to soup ya
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On due we always cruise
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Right by the state troopers
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When I'm drinkin with Sal
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I start thinkin 'bout Al
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Ricardi coverin my body
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At the rink when I wow
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I bag a hotty or two
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This but a shotty for you
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I got more bodies than Drew
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I drink mine naughty or new
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Fuck your crew
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This type of shit we do for a petty hobby
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Fuck the whole world
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This Fatal dawg against everybody (It's on)
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Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard
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Outlaw, Outlaw, we rate these breaks
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That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take
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[Verse 2 - Merciless X]
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It's the merciless X
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Like Malcolm
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Black as a falcon
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How many shots I left depressed in your chest
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I wasn't countin
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But your back exploded (blaw!)
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I episoded, with the weapon loaded
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Let the next opponent
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Get possessed with this merciless omen
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The coldest crome to your dome
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Sewn and holdin it's own
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Let the barrel announce my ferocity
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Twist spacious velocities
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For haters watchin me
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Make your block an atrocity
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Break you down microscopic
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Only doctors see, what the topic be
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Drama through your armor
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Bustin my two through your school of piranhas
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My soldiers disapprove of your honor
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We close captives, no conclusions
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Let the revolver solve it
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Evolve in this evolution
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We shootin and pollutin
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[Chorus - Fatal]
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Pass the heat
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And let me wave it in the air (air)
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Guns bust, cowards fall
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Niggaz just don't care (care)
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To my Lord I swear
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We ain't never playin fair (fair)
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On the streets you can't sleep
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When the Outlawz there
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I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga)
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You can't quit it
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And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
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You shouldn't of did it
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On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death)
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Still thuggin on the streets (yeah)
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Cause we the last ones left
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[Verse 3 - Mac Mall]
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I take this thug shit seriously
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Bought dirty gats with dope money
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ATF can't fuck with me
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My soldiers be
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All there quiet
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I'm holdin my crotch
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Sippin henne nigga
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You're life or you're not
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Thug Life my life
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It don't stop
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It's never too hot
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And when I die I greet haze with glocks
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Young Crazy Californians
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Postin bout six in the mornin
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On a quest to take the breath of my opponent
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Them alls can't live
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My cousins invite guns in they crib
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Honey I'm home
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Now nigga you're gone
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Your bitch sing them songs
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Like baritones to the rollers
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When I saw her, I dumped on her
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Like I supposed to
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Now tell me what's funk without a mob year
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And tell me what's a shrow without a witness
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I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
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From C.A. to N.J. Mac Mall be outlaws
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[Verse 4 - Fatal]
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Vocally undestructible
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Your crew ain't got enough
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To go clip to clip
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When we shootin out on the strip
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Cause I'm untouchable
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I'll blast your
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Chest through your back with Kastro
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Oh you ain't scared?
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What the fuck you walkin so fast for?
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Is you with me or against me
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Don't run up on me and tempt me
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To have your faggot ass bagged
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Like a mother fuckin empty
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And simply vengeance of dogs
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We gets a real nigga
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Let me borrow your bitch
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And watch me go and chill with her
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On a rise no lie
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Go against me and die
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Baby gated like a hive
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On the side of me with a nine
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Believe me
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This shit makes circumstances much more devious
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My murderous material
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Got shorties livin mischievous
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Smokin em is the easiest
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The hard part is dealin with the fact
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That I made it through rap
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And gotta go back to killin
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Cause broke niggaz be illin
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Wantin money for a shoot or somethin
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But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin
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Chorus
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| [Fata |
